Quotes from Anne Rice

And we do breathe. We breathe and we taste and we smell and we feel and we thirst.

The sun shocked me, and made me sicken, yet how I wanted it, how I longed for it, and yet it rebuked me and seemed to scourge me as if it were a whip.

The power of Satan will blast you into hell,' the boy bellowed, gathering his remaining strength. 'You keep saying that!' I said. 'And it keeps not happening, as we can all see!

Telling people-did it ever make things better?

But there is no value to suffering! There is only value, said Derek, to overcoming suffering and seeking to spare others the suffering one has known oneself!

Acaso no sería mejor el mundo si nunca más se quemara a nadie en el nombre de Dios? —pregunté—. ¿Si no se continuara creyendo que Dios puede ordenar al hombre hacer tal cosa a su semejante? ¿Cuál es el peligro de un mundo racional donde horrores como éste no se produzcan?

All around us were happy people excited to be going to Atalantaya, many for the first time, and the officials in charge seemed excited for us as well. It was rather like being in a group today that is visiting the cities of Jerusalem or Rome for the first time.

Although we cannot number the infinite, nevertheless it can be comprehended by Him whose knowledge has no bounds.

And pain was pain, whether physical or mental. Not the wisest of men or women or Taltos would ever know which was worse—the pain of the heart or the pain of the flesh.

Worry stops your ears to the real music. Worry doesn't let you fold your arms around the bones of those you love.

If you really want peace in any world you have to learn to say nothing.

Alienation, a lack of trust either in happiness or in others.

Sometime in the far future there may be such a leader. He will reduce man to the nakedness and fear from which he came. And we shall feed upon him effortlessly as we have always done, and the Savage Garden, as you call it, will cover the world.

But what creature in the world doesn't want to be loved for itself?

I'm supposed to be the rebellious one, l'enfant terrible.

The Maker offers us creation itself as proof of his greatness.

THE TALAMASCA We watch And we are always here.

She was no longer shaken. If she remembered her screams in the fire she did not care to dwell on them. If she remembered that, before the fire, she had wept real tears in my arms, it made no change in her; she was, as always in the past, a person of little indecision, a person for who habitual quiet did not mean anxiety of regret.

There are mutations, developments that the world includes but never embraces, things that have to be repudiated and rejected.

And I? What am I? Do I live? Or am I always walking in death? Forever in love with time?

Sadness, it was such an arresting emotion. You could almost convince yourself of the rhyme and reason of heartbreak.

And believe me when I say you will survive this, and that you must for all of us. You will survive because you always have and you always will.

He wanted to see stars above, to be reminded that this earth was no more than an ember in the blaze of never-ending galaxies, a thought that always, somehow, comforted him. Strange that it did not do this for others. The vastness of the universe brought him closer to faith in a God.

His mind was horrifyingly empty and still; and he felt the loneliness and the stillness of the rooms completely.