Quotes from Anne Rice

You don't see the evidence of youth in me; it is something so far afield of the promises of youth that I've only begun to understand its agonies.

From her long red locks she had taken one hair after another and spun it into thread, working with silent speed as he approached her.

Murders, father, death after death. The woman who died two nights ago in Jackson Square, I killed her, and thousands of others before her, one and two a night, father, for seventy years. I have walked the streets of New Orleans like the Grim Reaper and fed on human life for my own existence. I am not mortal, father, but immortal and damned, like angels put in hell by God. I am a vampire.

I have no one here, and then who comes but one who left such a stamp on my girlish heart that the details are as deep as the finest coin.

He gets lost, or thirsty beyond the point where he can hunt on his own. I have to search for him. He was that way as a man before he was ever made a blood drinker. The blood didn't change him except for a little while. And now he's enslaved to these tiny worlds he creates.

One thing we can give each other is our history.

weep when there are no more rules to break?" "Ah, but there are always rules to break.

It had been bitter winter and the fire behind her seemed magical its brightness as he had stood in the snow watching her as she spun the thread as he had seen a hundred mortal women do.

In a fog, I stared at the wounded bouquet of flowers. Pink-throated lilies. I wanted to pick them up. The tiny wounds all over me stung me and hurt me. I hated him that he had made the vase fall over, that the lilies were spilt now on the floor.

You make me think of the old story about Alexander the Great. He wept when there were no more worlds to conquer. Will you

Do you see what I am! Why, if God exists, does He suffer me to exist!' I said to him. 'You talk of sacrilege!' He dug his nails into my hands, trying to free himself, his missal dropping to the floor, his rosary clattering in the folds of his cassock. He might as well have fought the animated statues of the saints. I drew my lips back and showed him my virulent teeth. 'Why does He suffer me to live!' I said.

The others were visible but she had slipped out of their vision, and slipping from their vision, she slipped from the vision of Thorne.

This is a young one, an innocent one, and I'll make the decision as to whether he survives or not.

Don't be afraid, child, not even for a moment. You'll die now to live forever, as I take your blood and give it back to you. I won't let you slip away.

Maybe I was going mad. There had been enough pain for it and enough magic; there had been enough hunger, and enough blood.

No knowledge can defeat him, tempered by fire and time, he is too strong for the horrors of technology or the spells of science.

And what is an angel but a ghost in drag? STAN RICE from "Of Heaven" Body of Work (1983)

Memory wouldn't leave him alone.

Consequently,if you believe God made Satan, you must realize that all Satan's power comes from God and so that Satan is simply God's child, & that we are God's children also. There are no children of Satan ,really.

Explain to me, that is, if there is time left before all the light I shall ever know winks out on me, and the Earth devours that incarnate jewel you found wanting.

Innocent. The word burned through the pleasure. In a luminous drift of figures and voices he emerged, pushing his way through the crowd; Stirling, the man, pleading with me in my mental vision, saying Innocent. There I was, the boy of that old time, and Stirling saying Innocent.

It pierced me as a beam pierces darkness, singing Come to me; all things will be forgiven if only you come to me. I am more alone than I have ever been.

My Goblin, my very own Goblin. My familiar spirit, my partner in all of life, you belong to me and I belong to you.

His throat felt like marble. She could not snap the bones! But he could not throw her off, either, no matter how hard he tried.