Quotes from Anne Rice

He could see those two tall delicate women and their arms entangled, the one struggling but not enough and the other pressuring for the deed to the accompanied.

Ashlar: I have learned to live with a profound loneliness. I forget about it for years and years. Then it surfaces, the desire to be placed in context by somebody else. The desire to be known, understood, evaluated morally by a sophisticated mind. That was always the lure of the Talamasca, from the beginning, that I could go there and confide in my scholars, that we would talk late into the night.(...) Human beings very seldom survive without that kind of exchange, communication. Love.

No matter how long we exist, we have our memories—points in time which time itself cannot erase. Suffering may distort my backward glances, but even to suffering, some memories will yield nothing of their beauty or their splendor. Rather they remain as hard as gems.

He could not paint, he could not touch the brushes. It was as if the colors, when raw, burnt his eyes.

Did everyone know he was the boy I kept? My minion, my lover, my secret treasure?

There was something stubborn here, something directed entirely towards our love. And how it tempted me, how it drew from me the most complete devotion.

Mael wore the astonished expression of an innocent.

Of course, it didn't surprise me to hear that educated people didn't believe in God, that they were infinitely more interested in science, that the aristocracy was much in ill favor, and so was the Church.

Too many times, religion mothers crimes and wickedness.

In this soft rainy realm, where water sings as it falls from the darkening leaves, as the earth falls from the uneven edges above

Very likely every object in existence—every surface, every definable bit of matter—contained such stored "impressions." They existed in a measurable field.

I rather loved him, loved his lean graceful movements, and the way in which he responded wholeheartedly to things, or not at all.

Oh, how heartily and eternally I despise him because he destroyed, in the name of Satan, all that I held precious, because he took my Amadeo away from me, because he took those whom I protected, because the palazzo which contained the fruits of my dreams.

She felt herself turning inward, away from all of it, back into the darkness, into the dark water whence she'd come.

How many centuries must pass before the blood of so many has soaked deep enough into the earth to be forgotten?

I felt a shudder. It is I who summoned you. Who spoke those words? Beware for you would be stolen from me now and I will not have it.

There was no need to wound him further, to shift from him the limelight of his own tale, which Lestat being the bright star, must always have.

It struck me how different were his green eyes from hers. His eyes were darker. There was no distinct circle of blackness around the irises and, indeed, the pupils did not stand out so clearly. Nevertheless they were beautiful eyes.

I heard the mortal voices around as if they were kisses. I thought: You are among them, it is truly as if you were one of them. It is truly as if you are alive.

The door to the secrets of Eastern Europe was shut against us.

Anger did move me and perhaps in the wrong way.

The memories inside him tormented him like a cancer, yet he could not see them and know them for what they were.

I meant to show you evil, not sport. I mean to show you the wicked price of my immortality. And that I did. But in so doing, I saw it myself, and my eyes are dazzled and I am hurt and tired.

Every spellbinder has a signature," I said. "Once I learn to recognize that signature, I become immune. They can't make it happen to me after that." I