Quotes from Anne Rice

Out of the darkness and bitter earth of the monastery, Amadeo came into the light.

I was poisoned by love, that in the call of Suzanne I was awakened to love, and to the nightmare of want.

Quinn," he said, "my brave Quinn.

I feel foolishly safe with books which can be a mistake.

Weary of the Mind Gift and its random messages, he wanted to hear spoken words.

Through a haze I saw the shape of him as he grew nearer to me. I felt his hands cup my face and turn it towards him. I saw the glimmer of his blue eyes, wintry flames, indistinct yet burning fiercely.

the mind can find no meaning, then the senses give it. Live for this, wretched being that you are.

Perhaps the horror of my own life was that, no matter what I did or where I went, I always understood.

Be my child, Amadeo," I whispered in this sweetness. "Be my child forever," I said. "Have I ever loved anyone more than you?

I walked through the crowded galleria. Denim jacket, white T-shirt, face half covered by giant dark glasses;

As for Mael, I couldn't help but note his quiet fury, and it struck me that he had for so long been the author of his own unhappiness, but now something was truly happening which might be a legitmate cause for his pain.

hands shoved into the pockets of my jeans.

Me temes porque no sabes cómo soy. Tengo aspecto de mujer, me expreso como un hombre y tu razón te dice que la suma total es imposible.

I thought of how much I loved Louis, and had ever since I became Lestat's fledgling. I thought of how deeply I depended upon him, and what I would do for him. It was the love of Louis which had at times crippled Lestat, and enslaved Armand. Louis need have no consciousness of his own beauty, of his own obvious and natural charm.

He took my head in both his hands. There was no dreadful pressure; there was no pain. It was gentle, the manner in which he was holding me.

Once again, he smiled at me so knowingly, with such a quiet air of triumph.

A firm hand was placed against my chest to steady me and to hold me back.

Mona wasn't innocent, except in the most serious sense of the word. That is, she didn't think she was bad, and she didn't mean to do bad. She was just sort of a Ã¢â'¬Â¦ pagan

Lestat was holding me by the shoulders. I could barely stand. In fact, if he had let me go I would have fallen. I couldn't take my eyes off the pink-throated lillies.

She was no devout Christian, but all the religions of the world held a certain sway over her, and within her was a belief that collectively each faith brushed more sand from a great tablet of truth.

I played the teacher with great earnestness and generosity, and something of pure self-indulgence. Was it for Lestat or me that I wanted him to know everything? I don't know. But those were splendid hours for me, I know that much.

Evil is a point of view,' he whispered now. 'We are immortal. And what we have before us are the rich feasts that conscience cannot appreciate and mortal men cannot know without regret. God kills, and so shall we; indiscriminately He takes the richest and the poorest, and so shall we; for no creatures under God are as we are, none so like Him as ourselves, dark angels not confined to the stinking limits of hell but wandering His earth and all its kingdoms.

Si soy un ángel, píntame con alas negras.

He didn't answer me, but I saw his face darken for a moment and then he fell into reverie, with his habitual expression of curiosity and quiet grace.