Quotes from Anne Rice

I've always been my own teacher," I said soberly. "And I must confess I've always been my favorite pupil as well.

Do you think that angels are detached?" asked

The beginning is no longer important. What matters is that the end may be at hand.

I wrestled as well with my passion for life, my lust for pleasure, for music, and beauty, and comfort and sensuality, and the inexplicable joys of art—and the baffling majesty of loving another so much that all the world, it seemed, depended on that love.

Maybe the old ones are right. I refer now to the true immortals—the blood drinkers who've survived the millennia—who say that none of us really changes over time; we only become more fully what we are.

Y mi alma oscura es feliz otra vez porque no sabe sentirse de otra forma durante mucho tiempo y porque el dolor es un mar profundo y tenebroso en el que me ahogaría si no pilotara con firmeza mi pequeña nave por su superficie, siempre con rumbo a un sol que no saldrá jamás.

Something happens to your senses when you look on Louis. Behold Louis...

I can live without God. I can even come to live with the idea there is no life after. But I do not think I could go on if I did not believe in the possibility of goodness.

Had you asked me then, I would have told you it was aesthetic, that I wished to understand death in stages. That the death of an animal yielded such pleasure and experience to me that I had only begun to understand it, and wished to save the experience of human death for my mature understanding. But it was moral. Because all aesthetic decisions are moral, really.

I found her more alluring than any woman I'd known in mortal life. Even

I'd demeaned and insulted those who didn't know how to be happy. Yes, I was determined to be happy. And I fought furiously for ways to be happy.

Ultimately they will all disappoint you.

As for his father, he saw death in the falling leaves.

Acaso creías que podías bailar con el diablo y no pagar un precio por ello?

An icy gust of air rose from the open doors. Blackness. I cannot be locked in blackness. I cannot! And finally he screamed. He couldn't hold it back any longer. He screamed, the terrible cry begun before he was pushed forward, before he felt himself topple from the threshold, before he realized he was plunging down and down into the blackness, into the nothingness...

Flavius has never put a single question to us as to what we were. In his mind, I found, devotion and acceptance far superseded curiosity or fear.

Lestat thought the best color at all times for vampires was black, possibly the only aesthetic principle he steadfastly maintained, but he wasn't opposed to anything which smacked of style and excess.

she seemed to me an intriguing soul clothed

Old truths and ancient magic, revolution and invention, all conspire to distract us from the passion that in one way or another defeats us all. And weary finally of this complexity, we dream of that long-ago time when we sat upon our mother's knee and each kiss was the perfect consummation of desire. What can we do but reach for the embrace that must now contain both heaven and hell: our doom again and again and again.

What am I? Do I live? Or am I walking always in death, forever in love with time?

and only by the coldest act of will did I avoid falling into a black pit of grief, so black that it would blind me to anything and everything.

And we, the crew, are bonded together, in spite of anger, or resentment, or competition. We are bonded and there is a form of love whether we acknowledge it or not.

Very few beings really seek knowledge in this world. Mortal or immortal, few really ask. On the contrary, they try to wring from the unknown the answers they have already shaped in their own minds -justifications, confirmations, forms of consolation without which they can't go on. To really ask is to open the door to the whirlwind. The answer may annihilate the question and the questioner.

So far away from that gloomy New Orleans corner, from the sad old city festering with secrets in its perpetual Caribbean heat