“You don't have to die to go to hell.”

“There is no Hell when you die
so don't look so worried”

“To hell with reality! I want to die in music, not in reason or in prose. People don't deserve the restraint we show by not going into delirium in front of them. To hell with them!”

“Oh Lestat, you deserved everything that's ever happened to you. You better not die. You might actually go to hell.”

“Don't die. Don't die! You don't have to win. You don't have to keep trying! Just don't get hurt anymore, please!”

“I'm bad and I'm going to hell, and I don't care. I'd rather be in hell than anywhere where you are.”

“When I die, I hope to go to Heaven, whatever the Hell that is.”

“I don't know where it's going. Maybe it's going to hell. You can't make anything go anywhere. It just happens.”

“And sure, I know if you eat this way you'll die. So? If you don't eat this way you're still going to die. Why not die happy?”

“No, you go to the hospital, you get treated, you get care, and it's paid for, either by charity, the government or by the hospital. We don't have people that become ill, who die in their apartment because they don't have insurance.”