Marius: Oh, did you not understand? Let me explain it again the exact same way. Only longer and with three more unrelated anecdotes.
Gabrielle:…
(Was she not there, was she silent or was she just so scary that this reporter wouldn’t dare write anything? Maybe all of the above.)
Lestat:What I’m about to tell you is going to be hard to believe, but believe me anyway. And, my darling, remember to keep in mind just how handsome and debonair I am. At all times.
Armand:You are entirely right, Daniel.
Jesse:Listen, I’m a modern woman, I just stumbled into this. I know at least two people under the age of 5000.
Louis:…and although my heart might have died long ago, it still hungers. Or whatever sounds good, just make up some bullshit. There’s a good boy.
Bianca:Marius! Draw me like one of your french girls.
Human beings love and obsess over fire because it feeds two core components of our personalities; the first being the satisfaction we get from building something up, the second is the same satisfaction, but from watching something tear down.
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