Quotes from Anne Rice

How curious it is that these religious people believe the devil to be so stupid that he should seek to corrupt only the poor and powerless-why not the king of France for once?

You gave me your immortal kiss. - Claudia, Interview With The Vampire

Very few beings really seek knowledge in this world. Mortal or immortal, few really ask. On the contrary

they try to wring from the unknown the answers they have already shaped in their own minds—justifications, confirmations, forms of consolation without which they can't go on. To really ask is to open the door to the whirlwind. The answer may annihilate the question and the questioner.

To be godless is probably the first step to innocence," he said, "to lose the sense of sin and subordination, the false grief for things supposed to be lost." "So by innocence you mean not an absence of experience, but an absence of illusions." "An absence of need for illusions," he said. "A love of and respect for what is right before your eyes.

He is irresistible, but what am I to do? I claimed him once, declaring him my very own, and now I treat his misery with the blood I wish that I could give him. Yet in treating his misery, I hope to cure him not for me, but for the wide world.

I had slain all sense of time.

You gave my your immortal kiss.

For the first time in our existence together, I felt a great outpouring of affection, a deep affinity, yet something else made him stiffen suddenly against his will.

You cut my heart out of my chest while I lived and breathed, and you took it with you! We shall be together this night in Hell.

los escritores siempre encuentran la forma de «redimirse de cualquier cosa que les haya pasado».

His face flushed for an instant. It lost the preternatural whiteness and he seemed a young man of twenty-four-with sharply defined and beautiful features and gaunt well-modeled cheeks.

He has a knack for making tragedy of tribulation, and forgiving himself for anything and everything in every confessional paragraph he pens.

Things were happening too fast. My earlier judgments were shaken, and the beauty of Amadeo grew with each passing night.

The night's dark journey had only begun. I could not send her in search of victims! The magic of her was scarce complete.

He had a dawning sense of how much delight awaited him.

Stillness was dangerous for us when we were among mortals, Marius had taught me, for in stillness we appear flawless and unearthly and finally even faintly terrible to mortals, who sense that we are not what we seem.

The quiet in her was talking to the quiet in him. When

Memory knows that we cannot endure its company.

After so long in the ice, he wanted to touch everything.

You've learned to express yourselves too well for anything to remain veiled or mysterious.

Was he for the world or for me?

What had Jesse said? She is made of alabaster. And alabaster is a stone through which light can pass.

He might have been made by God to he painted by Andrea del Santo, so delicately perfect did be seen.