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Songs Of Delphi

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Experiencing for the first time since infancy the special pleasure of sucking nourishment, the body focused with the mind upon one vital source. 
—Louis, IWTV
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Listen, keep you eyes wide. 
—Lestat, IWTV
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It is your consciousness, your will, which must keep you alive. 
—Lestat, IWTV
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Well, I lay there helpless in the face of my own cowardice and fatuousness again, 
—Louis IWTV
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Let me say the powerful instinct of a vampire to whom even the slightest change in a human’s expression is as apparent as a gesture. 
—Louis, IWTV
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But there were several acts involved, the first was the death of the overseer. Lestat took him in his sleep. I was to watch and to approve; that is, to witness the taking of a human life as proof of my commitment and part of my change. 
—Louis, IWTV
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…and I proceeded to make the change. I can not say that it consisted in any one step really-though one, of course, was the step beyond which I could make no return. 
—Louis, IWTV
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IWTV

"How did you change, exactly?"

"I can’t tell you exactly," said the vampire. "I can tell you about it, enclose it with words that will make the value of it to me evident to you. But I can’t tell you exactly, anymore than I could tell you exactly what is the experience of sex if you have never had it."

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Decided. It doesnt seem the right word. Yet I cannot say it was inevitable from the moment that he stepped into that room. No, indeed, it was not inevitable. Yet I can’t say I decided. Let me say that when he’d finished speaking, no other decision was possible for me, and I pursued my course without a backward glance. 
—Louis, IWTV
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I forgot myself totally. And in the same instant knew totally the meaning of possibility. From then on I experienced only increasing wonder. As he talked to me and told me of what I might become, of what his life had been and stood to be, my past shrank to embers. I saw my life as if I stood apart from it, the vanity, the self-serving, the constant fleeing from one petty annoyance after another, the lip service to God and the Virgin and a host of saints whose names filled my prayer books, none of whom made the slightest difference in a narrow, materialistic, and selfish existance. I saw my real Gods…the Gods of most men. Food, drink, and security in conformity. Cinders. 
—Louis, IWTV
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