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A dog sitting up on a bed staring at the camera with a guilty look on its face while a Bosch cat is sitting near it

"Some of us are infinitely better at being miserable than happy," He said gently. "We're good at it, and proud of it, and we get better and better at it, and we simply don't know what it means to be happy."

Ah, if only I could reach back over the centuries and bring the light of this ballroom into the world I had once shared with someone else....
"What's the matter?" he said to me suddenly.
"What?"
"I saw something, something in your eyes."
"Just thought of a boy I once loved a long time ago."
"Nicolas," he said.
"Yes, Nicolas," I answered. "Seemed all the little victories of life and life after death were so hard for him, happiness was so hard for him….. joy was an agony I think, but I don't want to think of it now."

A dog sleeping with its head on a pillow and its nose pushed against a pink stuffed dog toy

Armand suddenly began to weep.
"Don't do it, don't trust him," he said. "Lestat, he'll just destroy you. And if you are gone—"
Ah, such sweet words from one who only hours ago had been
cursing me with his every breath.

A scene from The Vampire Lestat of Lestat singing Brutal Love on stage to Louis who is sitting in a chair watching him and Gabriella is sitting next to him

$Allesandra dropped to the wooden platform at my teet and leaned back against my knees, crying. I looked down and saw she held Benedict's brown robe in her hands. She held it to her breast. I had forgotten about that robe. And something about the way she held it chilled me, brought back out of fractured and wounded memory a moment so painful I wanted to turn away from it; myself over a hundred years ago, holding Claudia's bloodstained dress, after her death in the cellar beneath the Théâtre des Vampires. I reached for Allesandra's hair. The music swallowed my thoughts, my memories, any meager attempt to reach beyond these moments. - from anne rice’s blood communion$