Quotes from Anne Rice

Her narrow oval face was so like his and yet so not. He had never been so divorced from feeling, never so abstract in his anger as she was now.

I had never seen anything as beautiful as this painting, with its immense crowd of still attentive faces, its splendid collection of angels and saints, its lithe and graceful feline women and willowy celestial men. I went crazy for it.

I have wrestled with angels and dragons to be with you!

The cruelty of this, the mystery of it, had been overwhelming. In the hands of another, this boy might never be healed.

Lascia che sia la carne a insegnare alla mente

life as it is only known on the very point of death.

Era el dolor de nuevo, empezaba a resonar, como si me ensartaran un hilo de fuego, y la bruja que sostenía la aguja tirara con fuerza para hacerme estremecer.

I went through mortal life like a blind man groping from solid object to solid obhect. It was only when I became a vampire that I respected for the first time all of life. I never saw a living, pulsing human being until I was a vampire; I never knew what life was until it ran out in a red gush over my lips, my hands!

Si alguna vez estás dispuesto a vender tu alma, no te molestes en vendérsela a otro ser humano. Es un mal negocio, no vale la pena ni tenerlo en cuenta.

I sat watching, listening, one hand shielding my lowered face from anyone and no one, my elbow resting on the rail, the passion in me subsiding, the taste of the girl on my lips. It was as though on the smell of the rain came her perfume still, and in the empty theater I could hear the throb of her beating heart.

Rosse eran le labbra, lo sguardo forte, gialle come l'oro le chiome torte, bianca la pelle qual lebbra fatale, l'Incubo era lei, VITA-NELLA-MORTE, che fredda addensa il sangue mortale.

Oh, how is it such a fantasy could get its hook so deep?

Write it in your histories. Describe my house as you saw it, full of paintings and lamps, full of music and laughter, full of gaeity and warmth.

Slowly, I brushed his hair more tenderly, and I saw to my own mute shock one of my tears fall right onto his face. It was red yet watery and transparent and it appeared to vanish as it moved down the curve of his cheekbone and into the natural hollow below.

His expression changed. He grew sad, agitated, without moving so much as a muscle and the tears come up in his eyes. How wise he seemed for his years. How strangely compassionate.

It was as if the terrible battle was over. He had confessed his wrath and it was gone, and he sat still and simple near the fire, the warrior no longer. Such was the magic of words, he thought.

The family was not just the family to them; it was the clan; the nation; the religion; the obsession. I

Stop looking at my buttons,' Lestat said. 'Go out there into the trees. Rid yourself of all the human waste in your body, and don't fall so madly in love with the night that you lose your way!

I told myself anything I needed to keep my sanity.

We are dogmatic only when it comes to defending our lack of dogma.

Anger is too painful for me. Anger is too pathetic. I cannot hear it. I cannot act upon it.

To be weak is a dangerous thing.

His eyes were on me and I didn't have the slightest intention of looking away. Nevertheless, I looked him up and down because I couldn't help it, and becuase he was as breathtaking as he has always described himself to be. and I had to see him, truly see him, even if he was to be the last thing I ever saw.

Slowly I pressed my lips to his whitened silky skin and breathed in the old unmistakeable taste and scent of him, something sweet and undefinable and utterly personal, something made up of all his physical gifts and those given him afterwards, and I pressed my sharp eyeteeth through his skin to taste his blood.