Opera House

remember that one time anne was self aware for like five minutes

"And I too find the tapes...lacking."

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE | 2.04 I Want You More Than Anything in the World

thinking again about vampirism as disability

giving me access to word art was a mistake

see the THING IS I don't feel like I ever worked hard enough to have "earned" the burnout, which is. probably how we got here.

He was my murderer, my mentor, my lover, and my maker.

wish i was smoking a blunt with louis du pointe du lac rn

How else could you explain his hand feeding the audience? How words came out like canaries, summer fruit in the dead of winter? They were all in love with him. He had that effect on everyone.

Lestat as Harlequin in style of Art Nouveau theatrical poster

Somewhere in the world right now, this minute, is a young man who will one day play my beloved Lestat de Lioncourt in our TV series. I wonder what that young man is doing.

Is he reading a book tonight, or watching a film? Is he out dancing at a club? Is he studying for an exam, or perhaps acting in a stage play in Los Angeles or Chicago? Is he on the set of a film, waiting for his time on camera? Maybe he's driving on a narrow highway alone from London to Manchester; or through the traffic of Berlin or St.Petersburg or Brussels. He may have the car radio on, or be musing in silence. Perhaps he's playing the violin in an orchestra, or tap dancing on a Broadway stage.

Is his hair already long, to his shoulders? Is he a snappy dresser? I wonder if he is in love. Has he read any of the Vampire Chronicles?

I hope his parents are proud of him for his talent. I hope he is happy. What kind of wine does he like?

What did he have for dinner? Wherever he is, I'm thinking of him. I'm wishing him well. I'm wishing good things for him. Stay safe, young man. We're coming for you. We love you. We want you.

- Anne Rice, in a post on The Vampire Chronicles Facebook page.

I wish she got to see her beloved Lestat come to life so beautifully through Sam Reid. To me, there is no Lestat but him.