Quotes from Anne Rice

He wrapped his warm arms around the mystery. He buried his face in the monster's neck.

Twist the poetry as you will.

Horror and moral terror can never be exonerated. They have no real value. Pure evil has no real place.

You do not want secrets which can be ripped from your heart.

Amadeo was the one I wanted. Amadeo was the one I was educating, training. Amadeo was the precious student of the Blood.

But I did love Blackwood Manor, with the irrational and possessive love that only great houses can draw from us—houses that say, "I was here before you were born and I'll be here after you"; houses that seem a responsibility as much as a haven of dreams.

I like gloves," said Marius. "I'm never without them. Our hands frighten mortals when they take the time to look. And gloves feel warm which we never do.

Chi ha smesso di credere in Dio o nel bene continua lo stesso a credere nel diavolo. Non so perché. No, anzi, lo so: il male è sempre possibile. E il bene è eternamente difficile.

I had given myself over to the religion, insofar as I could, be abandoned to anything.

I wanted this child-this boy who was now two years older than when I'd found him-and yet I wanted everything else for him, and my soul was torn, just as my heart was torn.

Felix?" "I don't know, Dad. I can't get his words out of my head! I've never been able to get the negative voices of my life out of my head. I've struggled all my life to find my own truth and I find myself smothered by other people's words. It's as though they're always shouting at me, bullying me, shaking their fists, and half the time I can't find what I think.

How dreadful that must have been for Aaron, picking up the trash of my life, with no word of apology from me.

Don't fight with Mael. What could be the outcome, but two wounded creatures hating each other even more than now?

Knowledge drifts in and out of my mind," said Lestat with a little look of honest distress and a shake of his head. "I devour it and then I lose it

All the little ghosts had fled. The convent was mine. Memnoch's servant; Memnoch's prince. I was never alone in my person.

You have balanced power with wisdom, despite your rash acts.

I vowed that every time I came to them I would light one hundred candles. It would be a small proof of my undying love.

Geliebten Lakaien are once again here with us. Lisa, Heddy, Henrietta, Peter, and Jean Pierre

Bent over like a hunchback in my weakness, I carried her out and into the gondola, each stop achingly painful, my movements slow and unsure.

He appeared to be listening, but he said nothing. His youthful face was deceiving, but his violet eyes were truly wonderful.

The vampire was utterly white and smooth, as if he were sculpted from bleached bone, and his face was as seemingly inanimate as a statue, except for two brilliant green eyes that looked down at the boy intently like flames in a skull.

and sometimes I can't reach for any knowledge that I ought to possess. I feel desolate, but then knowledge returns or I seek it out in a new source.

so it seemed that if all the world outside her were to sink into darkness, what was fine, what was beautiful, what was essential might there still come to its finest flower.

Were I not so busy with the matters of the Mayfair Witches," he wrote, "perhaps this disappearance would never have occurred. I might have been more attentive to D. during his time of transition. I might have held him more firmly in my affections and thereby earned more surely his complete trust. As it is, I can only surmise what has become of him, and I fear he has met with spirtual catastrophe quite against his will.