A character in Interview with the Vampire
4th most-quoted character in Interview with the Vampire: in 44 of its 220 quotes
Most scenes with: Louis de Pointe du Lac (21), Lestat de Lioncourt (21), Armand (4)
Who am I supposed to love? You two have each other? Who's my Lestat? Who's my Louis? I'm not human. What human would want me? Perverts? Like the uncle at the roomin' house who used to watch me pee? Or little boys? And forty years from now, still little boys? [Shouts] How you gonna fix it, huh? Which one of you gonna fuck me?
Well, you're not my type. I like a fuller figure.
Lestat!
She's being impossible!
Why can't I make one? No matter how much blood I give them, they just lie there gaspin'.
What is this? Look at me! What have you done?
Did you try to make another?
Boy from Ponchatoula. Boy from Hollygrove. Boy with a bow tie out in Algiers.
Claudia, how'd you figure this was gon' go?
[To Lestat] Make me one.
Because you turned out so well.
'Cause if you don't, I'm gonna go out there and find other vampires.
If you could find them, which you won't, they would shred you to strips, because you are built like a bird, because you are a mistake!
Oh, it's you who lost, Claudia, for the many hundredth time. I admire your steadfast pursuit of a game you clearly have no acumen for.
My massa taught me how to play, but only enough to occupy his time.
Louis, I don't know what possessed me that night.
Three years ago. That night three years ago, he means.
I was someone I don't want to be anymore. I've changed. Let me prove it to you. I'm nothing without you. I'm nothing without both of you. If you want me to go away, just say so. I'll obey you. I'll leave your life forever. [Louis doesn't answer]
This silence is cruel. And you were never cruel, Louis.
Let me go, Lestat.
In Louis' hour of need? I'm afraid I can't allow that. He's very fragile right now. Worse than the last time you abandoned him, when you filled your head with knowledge and hitched a ride on a motorbike.
He picked you over me.
Louis couldn't pick an apple off a tree in his current state.
Claudia... you left, without saying goodbye. Again. I'm sure it was an oversight, but still. You'd think your creator had earned the courtesy.
You didn't want me. You made me for Louis.
And he needs you now more than ever. He's in a terrible state.
He said I could go. He picked you over me.
Louis couldn't pick an apple off a tree in his current state. He'd grip it, tug at it, then, weak as he is, the stem would hold.
She's coming up on 33.
It's a lick and a promise in vampire years.
Maybe, but I'm not your child anymore. That's rule number five. I'll be your companion, your sister.
It's not as simple as choosing a new family configuration. 'Now I'm your cousin.' 'Now I'm your aunt.' I am your maker!
But not my uncle or my daddy. I'm your sister or that's the door.
Claudia, hello. I've been calling quite often. I don't know if the operator is patching me through correctly. [Claudia stares without answering]
I brought something from Louis's favorite bookshop. 'The Book of Hours.' Extremely rare, 15th century. Silver and gold on the vellum, palettes of blue and old rose.
No one here wishes to speak with you.
Well, I know he's upstairs. I can see his silhouette. Perhaps we should let him decide if he wants to see me or not. [Louis throws Lestat's coffin off the balcony and it shatters on the street behind Lestat]
How's that for an answer?
Who made you?
His name was Magnus. He took me from my room in Paris as I kicked and screamed. He kept me for a week, locked in a room full of corpses. Some freshly killed, some bloated and black. But they all looked like me -- my coloring, my physique, my own eyes staring back at me from rotting faces. He fed on me every night and then he put me back in the tower with the lookalike corpses. I thought for sure I'd be one of them, but instead he turned me into this. No grand history of vampiric origins or physiology, no rules, no counsel. Just a sweeping hand to a pile of money and the sight of him throwing himself into a fire. And then I was alone. I thought, 'I can't drink hot blood. I can't feed on others.' I cried. I called to God. I didn't want this. But I have a capacity for enduring. That's why I don't particularly like being abandoned.
You're ugly when you act like that.
Better ugly than blind.
'I Felt a Funeral in My Brain.' She also wrote one called 'A Coffin Is a Small Domain.' I mean, come on!
Emily Dickinson is not a vampire.
How do you know?
Cause she's dead.
How do you know?
She got a grave. She got a tombstone.
So do you.
[Crying] Let me go, Lestat.
In Louis hour of need? I'm afraid I can't allow that. He's very fragile right now. Worse than the last time you abandoned him, when you filled your head with knowledge and hitched a ride on a motorbike. [Claudia shudders] Well, you wouldn't talk of it. Louis insisted I not ask. I love our family, but the rules are, 'No secrets!' Fortunate for our family, when I put my mind to it, I can hear the thoughts of other vampires at a very great distance.
Bastard.
He thinks of you often... Bruce.
Fucking bastard!
I couldn't agree more. What he did to you was in very poor taste. Could you imagine if something like that happened to you again? Louis would never forgive himself. Back in your cage, sweetheart. We endure each other for Louis' happiness. So come home, and make him happy. Because if you try this again, Claudia, I won't snap your leg, defile your pocket and zoom off on a motorbike. I'll turn your bones to dust.
[Conversing telepathically with Louis] I've been having a thought the last few days, Louis.
Yeah, what's that?
I think he killed Magnus. I think the vampire made him a slave. And he would be a slave no more than I would, and so he killed him. Killed him before he knew all the things he could've known. And now he's gone and made us slaves to him.
We're not slaves. Maybe mindless accomplices.
No, we're his slaves, and I will free us both.
Claudia.
We have no more use for him, and he causes us misery with no horizon.
I don't like what you're feeling right now. You can't kill...
I love you, Louis. I don't say it often enough anymore.
If you love me, then listen to me. I beg you.
If you're going to beat Lestat, you have to become Lestat. You have to think like he does and then five moves ahead of that.
But he's not mortal. No illness can touch him. You threaten a life that will endure until the end of the world.
I am done enduring. I'm going to kill him.
He'll destroy you if you try it.
No, Louis. I can kill him... And I want to tell you something else now, a secret of all secrets, between you and me... The secret is, Louis, you want to kill him too and you will enjoy doing it.
She had stowed us away in ships, trains and wagons. She had asked the desperate farmers and rationed soldiers to teach her their languages before she killed them. And when she had cobbled together enough words and grammar, she stopped asking. Claudia was a thing of little indecision, a manic tour guide. And any castle with ties to Vlad Tepes or Vlad Dracul, however slight, had to be explored. And I endured it all for Claudia, whose rage toward me and my refusal to burn Lestat had dulled into a bitter silence. [Sits besides Claudia passively silent and staring at fire] This war. It's affecting the blood. Been drinking misery, hopelessness. It's in the blood, we're taking it in. Taking it on. [Grunts] I'm thinking that's why we can't get warm, warm up. You think that's it? [Imitates Claudia's voice] "Louis did you say something?" Thank you for asking. I did say something, Claudia. I said I'm cold. I'm sleeping in a hole every night. I'm worn to a nub. How about you? "Well, brother Lou, I'm a little low myself. But, uh..."
Air raid. [Louis and Claudia run out of building amidst bombings]
[Voice of thought] It wasn't the murdering Hun or beasts of Ivan, or the fire raining down from the RAF that chased the vampire away. The vampire hadn't been here for centuries. The few scraps of forensic proof we found made the case plain, but Claudia was unassailable. Like... like some deranged geologist waving a woolly mammoth tusk saying, "Let's knock on the neighbor's door, there must be one inside." It's dead. Maybe it's time we go home.
...
"He asked me if we can go home. Home? Can there be a more offensive question? Run back to New Orleans. Pry up his bones, why don't you? Louis de Pointe du Lac. Dead weight." I want to thank you, for the memories you helped restore the other night. I understand these diaries much better now.
And I want to thank you, Louis, for yesterday's eight hours on how to avoid the sun and torpedoes while cruising the Mediterranean war theater. And tonight's two hours and counting on chasing old world vamps who never materialize. You ever read "Moby Dіck", Real Rashid?
I'm here to serve.
Ah. Yeah, sure. I'm sorry, this is... this is so weird. Where did they send you when Shah Rukh Khan over here was playing you? Is there a panic room behind the stolen Rembrandt?
My love ran a theater company for 150 years, Daniel.
Your love was in a box pondering a premediated neck wound, according to Claudia. She wrote it, let's choose to believe it.
Unworthy in San Francisco, unworthy in Dubai. Disregard.
Louis de Pointe du LacJacob Anderson · 145 quotes
Lestat de LioncourtSam Reid · 90 quotes
Daniel MolloyEric Bogosian · 53 quotes
AArmand26 quotes
EEmiliaStephanie Hayes · 8 quotes
RashidAssad Zaman · 8 quotes
AntoinetteMaura Grace Athari · 4 quotes
Dr. Fareed BhansaliGopal Divan · 4 quotes
Grace de Pointe du LacKalyne Coleman · 3 quotes
LilyNajah Bradley · 3 quotes
MadeleineRoxane Duran · 3 quotes
MorganBlake Ritson · 3 quotes
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Interview with the Vampire · 220 quotes