Quotes from Anne Rice

I am not a man who loves women of any age, but the sight of her foot, its arch so delicately stretched by the height of the feet, and of her leg, so taut from the pressure, was quite enought to send the most unwelcome and erotic thoughts through my brain.

Vecchie verità e antica magia, rivoluzione e invenzione cospirano per distrarci dalla passione che in un modo o nell'altro ci sconfigge tutti. E alla fine, stanchi di questa complessità, noi sogniamo di quel tempo remoto in cui sedevamo sulle ginocchia di nostra madre e ogni bacio era la consumazione del desiderio. Cosa possiamo fare, se non cercare l'abbraccio che ora deve racchiudere il paradiso e l'inferno: il nostro destino inevitabile?

He glanced at the huge somber portrait of Manfred Blackwood, my venerable ancestor.

This was more tantalizing than I'd ever expected, to be locked once more in conversation with her. And with pleasure I doted upon the changes in her: that her French accent was completely gone now and she sounded almost British, and that from her long years of study overseas. She'd spent some of those years in England with me.

Lestat he loved as he always had. Every realm needs a brat prince.

They adjust, I believe that's the word. They adjust and they reach for the stars in their own way. I tell you it's wondrous to me. They make me think of the wildflowers that grow in the cracks of the pavements, just pushing up into the sun, no matter how many feet crush them down

He felt the blood pounding inside him, but it wanted more blood. His hands and feet were now painfully cold.

Time eventually destroyed our love for one another. Time withered our gentle intimacy. Time devoured whatever conversations or pleasures we once agreeably shared.

end. Before I even meant to do

his thoughts washing backwards and into him as if the ocean could be sucked back into the tiny mysterious coils of a single shell.

I had become a magician for them, aiding them to realize accomplishments of which they hadn't even dreamt.

How had he read from my mind, my desire for Amadeo?

With his flowing hair, he much resembled the Vampire Lestat. He is taller than Lestat, but he has the same lithe build, the same very blue eyes and a muscular strength to him, and a squareness of face which is almost pretty.

each being wars with his own angels and devils, each being succumbs to an essential set of values, a theme, as it were, which is inseparable from living a proper life.

How alien all humans seemed, and how hopeless their plight. Cursed as he was, he could not die, but death was breathing on all of them.

Quinn,' she said, 'we live in houses that were built by people's dreams, and we have to accept that. We have to revere the dream and realize that someday the house will go to others after us. These houses are personalities in our lives. They have their roles to play.

She was too finely educated and clever to be anything but a fierce rebel and philosophical opponent and I had left her, stupidly, on that account.

It was hitting me again like so many violent blows that my world was dashed, that my house was ruined, that Amadeo was stolen from me.

I belonged to her now, quite completely. I was drenched with the scent of her perfume and her rum, of her skin and her hair. I wanted nothing but to be with her and to sleep beside her, and that the warmth of her would penetrate to my inevitable dreams.

si Dios no existe, nosotros somos las criaturas de mayor conciencia del universo. Sólo nosotros comprendemos el paso del tiempo y el valor de cada minuto de vida humana. Y lo que constituye el mal, el verdadero mal, es el asesinato de una sola vida humana. No tiene la menor importancia que un hombre pueda morir mañana o pasado mañana o con el tiempo... Porque si Dios no existe, esta vida... cada segundo de la misma... es lo único que tenemos.

Suffering may distort my backward glances, but even to suffering, but even to suffering, some memories will yield nothing of their beauty or splendor. Rather they remain hard as gems.

el dolor se hallaba en todas partes, que formaba parte del proceso de la vida en la misma medida que el nacimiento y la muerte.

It's an awful truth that suffering can deepen us, give a greater luster to our colors, a richer resonance to our words. That is, if it doesn't destroy us, if it doesn't burn

After every feeding, I am embraced by him, and blood is drawn from me into him by a thousand infinitesimal wounds, strengthening the image him, and binding to his presence a soft fragrance which Goblin never had before. With each passing month, Goblin becomes stronger and his assaults on me more prolonged.