Armand Quotes in Interview with the Vampire
“‘How could we be the children of Satan?’ he asked. ‘Do you believe that Satan made this world around you?’
“‘No, I believe that God made it, if anyone made it. But He also must have made Satan, and I want to know if we are his children!’
“‘Exactly, and consequently if you believe God made Satan, you must realize that all Satan’s power comes from God and that Satan is simply God’s child, and that we are God’s children also. There are no children of Satan, really.’”
“‘Then God does not exist…you have no knowledge of His existence?’
“‘None,’ he said.
“‘No knowledge!’ I said it again, unafraid of my simplicity, my miserable human pain.
“‘None.’
“‘And no vampire here has discourse with God or with the devil!’
“‘No vampire that I’ve ever known,’ he said, musing, the fire dancing in his eyes. ‘And as far as I know today, after four hundred years, I am the oldest living vampire in the world.’”
“The doorway you see leads to me, now. To your coming to live with me as I am. I am evil with infinite gradations and without guilt.”
“‘I never laughed at you,’ he said. ‘I cannot afford to laugh at you. It is through you that I can save myself from the despair which I’ve described to you as our death. It is through you that I must make my link with this nineteenth century and come to understand it in a way that will revitalize me, which I so desperately need. It is for you that I’ve been waiting at the Théâtre des Vampires. If I knew a mortal of that sensitivity, that pain, that focus, I would make him a vampire in an instant.”
“I hate myself. And it seemed, lulled half to sleep as I was so often by their conversation—Claudia whispering of killing and speed and vampire craft, Madeleine bent over her singing needle—it seemed then the only emotion of which I was still capable: hatred of self. I love them. I hate them. I do not care if they are there. Claudia puts her hands on my hair as if she wants to tell me with the old familiarity that her heart’s at peace. I do not care. And there is the apparition of Armand, that power, that heartbreaking clarity. Beyond a glass, it seems. And taking Claudia’s playful hand, I understand for the first time in my life what she feels when she forgives me for being myself whom she says she hates and loves: she feels almost nothing.”
Armand Quotes in Interview with the Vampire
“‘How could we be the children of Satan?’ he asked. ‘Do you believe that Satan made this world around you?’
“‘No, I believe that God made it, if anyone made it. But He also must have made Satan, and I want to know if we are his children!’
“‘Exactly, and consequently if you believe God made Satan, you must realize that all Satan’s power comes from God and that Satan is simply God’s child, and that we are God’s children also. There are no children of Satan, really.’”
“‘Then God does not exist…you have no knowledge of His existence?’
“‘None,’ he said.
“‘No knowledge!’ I said it again, unafraid of my simplicity, my miserable human pain.
“‘None.’
“‘And no vampire here has discourse with God or with the devil!’
“‘No vampire that I’ve ever known,’ he said, musing, the fire dancing in his eyes. ‘And as far as I know today, after four hundred years, I am the oldest living vampire in the world.’”
“The doorway you see leads to me, now. To your coming to live with me as I am. I am evil with infinite gradations and without guilt.”
“‘I never laughed at you,’ he said. ‘I cannot afford to laugh at you. It is through you that I can save myself from the despair which I’ve described to you as our death. It is through you that I must make my link with this nineteenth century and come to understand it in a way that will revitalize me, which I so desperately need. It is for you that I’ve been waiting at the Théâtre des Vampires. If I knew a mortal of that sensitivity, that pain, that focus, I would make him a vampire in an instant.”
“I hate myself. And it seemed, lulled half to sleep as I was so often by their conversation—Claudia whispering of killing and speed and vampire craft, Madeleine bent over her singing needle—it seemed then the only emotion of which I was still capable: hatred of self. I love them. I hate them. I do not care if they are there. Claudia puts her hands on my hair as if she wants to tell me with the old familiarity that her heart’s at peace. I do not care. And there is the apparition of Armand, that power, that heartbreaking clarity. Beyond a glass, it seems. And taking Claudia’s playful hand, I understand for the first time in my life what she feels when she forgives me for being myself whom she says she hates and loves: she feels almost nothing.”