Quotes from Anne Rice

and falling into that new universe, one is saved.

To be godless is probably the first step to innocence... to lose the false sense of sin and subordination, the false grief for things supposed to be lost.

He glanced up at me and then the figure who was questioning him, and I struggled, because I couldn't help it, to see what he was seeing-this vampire whose skin still glowed though it was tanned, and whose eyes were prismatic and undeniably fierce.

whispered, and then he gazed, speechless, at the vampire. 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.

He wants your secret, Marius, that Roman blood drinker. How he begged me to explain the mystery of Those Who Must Be Kept.

And I've more reason now than ever to say that happiness is not what I will ever know, or will ever deserve to know. I am not so much in love with happiness.

But know this. All is speculation under the sky. All myth, all religion, all philosophy, all history—is lies.

Here they could see the trusting dancers, who seemed one and all to be dancing alone rather than with anyone else, each moving to the music in a primitive way as though drunk on it.

We immortals, we have no choice but to make a companion of grief, for all the things to which we bear witness, none is more frequent than death.

It was a drunken labyrinth of a garden gone wild under the naked night.

I'm in love with you," I responded. He laughed the most beguiling and gentle laugh. "Of course you are," he replied. "I understand perfectly because I'm in love with myself. The fact that I'm not transfixed in front of the nearest mirror takes a great deal of self-control

The world devours the world to make the world

I looked up, and it seemed to me that he was a vision of male perfection, dressed in a snow white silk shirt and a finely cut black velvet jacket, his curly black hair very properly and beautifully combed back over his ears and curling above his collar in the most lively and fetching style. I loved looking at him, rather as I loved looking at Merrick.

It was so simple to smile at him; he deserved one's tenderest smile.

Can you picture it?' she said so softly I scarcely heard. 'A coven of children? That is all I could provide…

We must have the courage to embrace the beauty of science in the name of the Lord.

I was too pale of soul, too numbed, to used to seeing all things as figments in a series of unconnected dreams.

I myself had not known the lines of human expression still remained to me, and I was most happy to discover them, and I rather liked the image that I presented in the glass.

Sí - le dije en voz baja -, este es el máximo mal: que hasta podemos llegar tan lejos como amarnos, tú y yo ¿Quién más nos podría mostrar una partícula de amor, una pizca de compasión o misericordia?¿Quién más, conociéndonos como nosotros nos conocemos, podría hacer algo más que destruirnos? Y, sin embargo, nos podemos amar.

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 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.

What a strange mood would descend upon me while walking in the arcade along San Marco if someone should be looking at me admiringly. I would turn about, taking my time, and double back perhaps, and only reluctantly move away, rather like a bird of some northern clime, enjoying the warmth of the sun on its wings.

No matter how long we exist, we have our memories-points in time which time itself cannot erase.

For with solitude had come freedom.

He turned as I entered the room, and I took him in my arms. With him, I could give vent to the affection I'd held so severely in check with Merrick. I held him to myself and kissed him as men might do with other men when they are alone. I kissed his dark black hair and kissed his eyes, and then I kissed his lips.