“Knowledge drifts in and out of my mind", said Lestat with a little look of honest distress and a shake of his head. "I devour it and then I lose it and sometimes I can't reach for any knowledge that I ought to possess. I feel desolate, but then knowledge returns or I seek it out in a knew source." (...) "But you love books, then", Aunt Queen was saying. I had to listen. "Oh, yes," Lestat said. "Sometimes they're the only thing that keeps me alive." "What a thing to say at your age", she laughed. "No, but one can feel desperate at any age, don't you think? The young are eternally desperate," he said frankly. "And books, they offer one hope - that a whole universe might open up from between the covers, and falling into that universe, one is saved.”