Quotes from Anne Rice

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.

We could not bear to live alone! We needed our little company! A wilderness of mortals surrounded us, groping, blind, preoccupied, and the brides and bridegrooms of death.

I studied myself, and he released me, shaking my hair with his right hand. The casual gesture of affection coupled with his dazzling appearance-the vibrant eyes, the exquisitely proportional features-entranced me even as the trance endured by Goblin slowly wore away.

All the world was gone in curls of weightless sound and light.

I had never heard the notes quite as limpid and translucent, quite as flashing and exquisitely distinct.

And we must live with the knowledge that there is no knowledge.

I clamped his mouth in an ardent kiss. The blood passed into him, and violently, he convulsed.

I doubt now there is any power on earth that can truly reclaim what death steals.

My mouth filled with blood. My lips closed against his silky white flesh so that not a drop would be lost. Deeply I swallowed.

I wanted to touch him once more with my cold fingers, but I did not dare.

You gave me your immortal kiss, she said, though not to me, but to herself. You loved me with your vampire nature.

And books, they offer one hope—that a whole universe might open up from between the covers, and falling into that new universe, one is saved.

Tell me why evil people are so stupid? Why are so many of them just plain stupid?

Why place a shroud over all the splendor she saw around her, her vampire eyes feasting surely as she herself had feasted on all that we saw?

He found me here," I said, "And I don't even know where I am. He found me here, and he can find me anywhere, and each time, as I told you, he takes a little more blood.

Beijei suas lágrimas. Quem dera que eu fosse mesmo santo. Quem dera eu fosse o padre que estava parado junto do carro à sua espera, fingindo não ver que nos beijávamos. O que era o beijo? O beijo mortal? Beijei sua boca novamente. Um amor mortal e o tempo todo o desejo irresistível da ligação do sangue, não de sua morte, não, Meu Deus, não, apenas a ligação do sangue, o conhecimento.

Yes, I said softly to him, 'that is the crowning evil, that we can even go so far as to love each other, you and I. And who else would show us a particle of love, a particle of compassion or mercy? Who else, knowing us as we knows each other, could do anything but destroy us? Yet we can love each other.

But you covered yourself with a concealing bulk, didn't you? To hide from whom?

His skin was a pale golden that offset his violet blue eyes wonderfully, and his hair was a true mane of yellow, tousled and curling just above his shoulders. His colored glasses almost the same violet tint as his eyes, were pushed up into his hair, and h was staring at me, golden eyebrows scowled slightly, waiting perhaps for me to regain my senses; I honestly didn't know.

They enclosed me again with all their tenderness, seeking to keep me warm.

You understood my soul, I thought, and now others are coming to sack its riches.

And no small part of this unpredicted miracle was the curious innocence of these people in the very midst of their freedom and their wealth. The Christian god was as dead as he had been in the 1700s. And no new mythological religion had arisen to take the place of the old .

Do I live? Or am I walking always in death, forever in love with time?

Te lo puedes imaginar, esta espléndida situación doméstica, el padre vampiro que canta a su hija vampiro? Únicamente la muñeca tenía un rostro humano, únicamente la muñeca.