Quotes from Anne Rice

Your fall from grace and faith has been the fall of a century.

There had never been any talent, any talent to draw or paint or to make music or to write or to make any of the wonderful and beautiful things he'd loved. There was only the keen eye to appreciate it, the heartbreaking capacity to perceive talent in others all around...only a gentleman's means could have kept him close to the talent of others, kept him close to all that was fine and enduring and filled life with daily grace.

Master of His Choir of Angels, that is Mozart; but Beethoven is the Master of My Dark Heart, the captain of my broken life and all my failures.

with no tribute whatsoever to the human habit of disguising the stare.

Evil is always possible. Goodness is a difficulty.

Beethoven's Ninth. I played the torture part. I played the Second Movement.

the death of another person is perhaps the only genuine supernatural event we ever experience.

Enjoy your life, fill your belly with wine and food, and accept death. The Gods kept immortality for themselves, death is the lot of man.

He had learned something from a book which others believed must be learned from doing or practice.

La memoria es una maldición -pensó-, pero también es el mayor de los dones. Porque si pierdes la memoria lo pierdes todo.

On the pavements the people sang: " Ã¢â'¬ËœAnd He walks with me, and He talks with me, and lets me call Him by name.' 

Her gaze was steady but never anything but soft. "Louis de Pointe du Lac would see a ghost now," she said, musing, "as if his suffering isn't enough.

Amazing grace, amazing grace.…" sang one group in unison, rocking back and forth as they held their places in line. "Gloria, in excelsus deum!" burst from a long-bearded man with his arms outstretched.

And I thought, Yes, this is true of us, this is why we must love one another, because we are each an entire world.

Holy God, we praise thy Name Lord of All, we bow before thee!

We seek power so as not to fall under anyone else's power

Yes, I see.' 'Beware.' 'Of thinking I understand?' 'Precisely [...]

I knew all things were symbols of other things! I knew that all rituals were enactments of other happenings! I know out of our practical human minds we devised these things with an immensity of soul that would not allow the world to be devoid of meaning. And this statue represented love. Love above injustice. Love above loneliness and condemnation. That was what mattered, that single thing.

As time passed, Michael lost a little faith that he would ever have the love he wanted.

I saw him when he came through the front doors.

ready to fall into my pain again because I deserved it

I could drive myself mad contemplating a great nothingness filled with a billion pinpoints of light and millions of drifting planets generating their myriad biological I=kingdom of insect, animal, sentient witness.

All over the lawn, the immortals had begun to wither and decompose, creating little pockets of chaos among the guests.

And I knew my vision of the garden of savage beauty had been a true vision. There was meaning in the world, yes, and laws, and inevitability, but they had only to do with the aesthetic...A thousand other things can be said about [this Savage Garden], but only aesthetic principles can be verified, and these things alone remain the same.