Quotes from Anne Rice

Move slowly as you drink. Let the music and the blood talk to you.

Perhaps I fear him because I could love him again, and loving him, I would come to need him, and needing him, I would come to learn from him, and learning from him, I would be again his faithful pupil in all things, only to discover that this patience for me is no substitute for the passion which long ago blazed in his eyes.

Let perpetual light shine upon them, O Lord, and may their souls and the souls of all the faithful departed rest in peace.

Ah, the nipples of men, so tender; such a key to torment and ecstacy; how he writhed as she twisted then ever so gently, her tongue daring in and out of his mouth.

The man just stood there, looking at him; and Elliott had the weirdest sense of being listened to, studied. It made him aware of how inattentive most human beings were in general.

I allowed myself to forget how totally I had fallen in love with Lestat's iridescent eyes, that I'd sold my soul for a many-colored and luminescent thing, thinking that a highly reflective surface conveyed the power to walk on water.

Cowards can be more dangerous than brave men, Julie," he said.

I stared at my Master. Never had I seen him so lovely as now when he was flushed with this new blood. I wanted to touch him. I wanted to go into his arms. His eyes were drunken and soft as he looked at me. But he broke off his seductive stare and went back to the table, and around it properly, and stood beside the man who had feasted on the joint.

I don't think you can feel sheer panic continuously. Your mental system breaks down. It comes in waves, and you have to tell yourself, well, this will end.

I was part of life once more and my heart was beating to a human pace.

He walks the earth with the power to destroy it. But then so does the human race. And

The Dead Guy, Louis, or whoever he was, had been made Dead down in New Orleans and the book was full of stuff about banana leaves and iron railings and Spanish moss.

It was a bold and proud immortal who looked at me, a blood drinker who demanded that the world at last give him some quarter, an aberrant being of immense power who insisted he might have a place among the human beings which he had in former times been one.

You were always his inspiration. He imitated you.

You forgot Oxalá, but he never forgot you.

The fabled beauty of Lestat seemed potent as a drug. And the crowning light of the chandelier was merciless or splendid depending on one's point of view.

Is this the only question you bring to me, is this the only power that obsesses you, so that you must make us gods and devils yourself when the only power that exists is inside ourselves?

I found her irresistible, as I found you irresistible. It was the mystery. I wanted to seize it. Move into it. Besides…" "Yes." "She was…a living thing. A being in pain.

What was it like to be bound in her chains and close to her?

What a simple trusting being she was, with her eyes and mouth happily painted, and cheeks rouged, her breasts thrust forward and held in place by tight straps beneath her black silk dress.

Things don't really go in a straight line the way living people think. Everything is always happening all the time.

something that looks human but it's a ghost

Marius of the many names and the many houses and the many lifetimes. So you have chosen a lovely child.

la scienza discende dalla poesia, perché la metafora è alla base di ogni descrizione scientifica. Solo