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You're a challenge every sunset, Saint Louis, and I'd have it no other way.

Some distance between the happy couple. Details left to work out after the homicidal frolic?

It was a mob tribunal of monsters ... Louis pleading desperately, Claudia staring at me mute, and my saying, yes, she was the one who did it, yes, and then cursing Armand as he shoved me back into the shadows, his innocent face radiant as ever. — The Vampire Lestat

This silence is cruel. And you were never cruel, Louis.

"My daughter was my sister was my throw pillow when he wouldn't look at me kindly!"

I fought myself a million times, fought my nature, controlled my temper! I never once harmed you.

ARMAND: With a history of chasing the wrong kind of love. LOUIS: I'll describe it myself, thank you. ARMAND: Yes. LOUIS: But with a history of chasing the wrong kind of love.

LESTAT: We had a good run, but I did it for Louis. I do everything for Louis. ANTOINETTE: Yeah, I heard that about you two.

I came up beside [Louis] and took his hand. "What are you doing?" he asked. "Dancing with you," I said. — PL: Blood Communion

Louis, you're soaking wet.

I fought myself a million times, fought my nature, controlled my temper! I never once harmed you.

"You shine beautifully, my friend ... And in my wanderings, I always return to you. I always return to see the colors of the garden in your shadow ... or to hear of your latest follies and mad obsessions. Besides, we are brothers, are we not?" — Memnoch the Devil

LOUIS: So if that's why you're here. ARMAND: It's not the whole reason I'm here. LESTAT: No, it's most definitely not the whole reason he's here.

But [Lestat] put his right arm around me and pulled me close to his chest. Never had I been this close to him before, and in the dim light I could see the magnificent radiance of his eye and the unnatural mask of his skin. — Interview with the Vampire

Oh, this is boring! You're boring! You are so boring! Colorless. Flavorless. Dull! Dull! Dull nights, dull weeks! Dull months, dull as fuck!

Seven years of... compromise. Denial. It all gave way.

Yes, yes, [Armand's] lips tasted like blood, but it was not human blood. It was that elixir that Magnus had given me, and I felt myself recoil. — The Vampire Lestat