Quotes from Anne Rice

When a being reveals his pain in such a torrent, you are bound to respect the whole of the tragedy.

Your evil is that you cannot be evil. And I shall suffer for it no longer!

An actor said at one point that evil was a necessity. It was food for genius.

There comes a time when a house owns you and you know you have to get free of it, and go on with the rest of your life.

After all, these were blood drinkers, beings who spoke gently, liked poetry, and yet killed mortals all the time.

It was not to relive the old pain that she had returned, it was to know again, for a little while, the joy that had gone before.

But he could not go up to the room as yet, and seating himself on a stone step, his head on his arms, he wept silently. Years had passed since he had shed tears, or so it seemed. Surely years since he had let them flow so copiously. And what stopped him finally was that he could hear his own crying.

Sometimes it seems that light can transform anything! That it is an undeniable and irreducible metaphor for grace. But do the people of the ranchitos know this? Is it for beauty that they do it? Or do they merely want a comfortable illumination in their little shacks? It doesn't matter. We can't stop ourselves from making beauty. We can't stop the world.

And she and I, we will take that guilt to our graves of whatever we did and didn't do, or had to do, or failed to do

you think anything is possible. But that isn't so. The world closes tight around this miracle soon enough; and you don't hope for other miracles.

Mary Beth considered the matter for a long time, and then explained in her simple straightforward manner that the future wasn't predetermined, it was merely predictable.

You make life when you play," I said. "You create something from nothing. You make something good happen.

I watched him rise from the coffin, with slow, elegant gestures; our gestures, for we are the only beings who routinely rise from coffins.

Ah, but prophecies have a way of fulfilling themselves,' Khayman said. 'That's the magic of it. We all understood it in ancient times. The power of charms is the power of the will; you might say that we were all geniuses of psychology in those dark days, that we could be slain by the power of another's designs. And the dreams, Marius, the dreams are but a part of the great design.

Is there any one of us who doesn't want to strike back at all the evil in this world?

I don't really believe I am a hero to the world. But I long ago decided that I must live as if I were a hero—that I must pass through all the difficulties which confront me, because they are only my inevitable circles of fire.

Everyone today has a story; the world's an archive.

The Horror of the world was that thousands of evils fell upon innocent people, and no one was punished and with great promise there was nothing but pain and desire Children mutilated to form a choir of seraphim. Their song was a cry to heaven the sky was not listening.

There was never a mention, never a declaration or a decision. But the long hours of talking stopped. No more reading aloud, or music, or films. And after that there was simple physical affection, the two walking arm in arm, or Maharet at her reading with Mekare sitting motionless on a bench nearby.

O se trataba también de un sueño en una vida donde el sueño y la realidad están tan íntimamente ligados que inevitablemente uno acaba por triunfar sobre la otra?

You are on the threshold of a great journey, and you must begin to think in terms of what you can do as a powerful spiritual and biological being. Stop with the self-loathing. Stop with imagery of 'the damned' this and 'the damned' that! We are not damned. We never were.

Can you picture it, this splendid domesticity, dim lamps, the vampire father singing to the vampire daughter? Only the doll had a human face, only the doll.

there are only two things which I believe—the first is that no mortal can refuse the Dark Gift once he really knows what it is.

What makes you think anyone has a destiny? We do what we do and we die.