Quotes from Anne Rice

I could feel my blood rush towards my Master, towards his thirst, and my inevitable death.

Se anche non restasse più una sola opera d'arte al mondo... e ce ne sono migliaia... se non ci fosse più una sola bellezza naturale... se il mondo si riducesse a una sola cella vuota e una sola fragile candela, non posso fare a meno di vederti là a studiare quella candela, assorto nel tremolio della sua luce, nel cambiamento dei suoi colori.»

I wanted to kiss her, but I couldn't do this, and so I labored to make my words so many kisses.

Whether you and Marius made up some of what was written in your books I don't know. You and comrades, the Coven of the Articulate, as you are now called, may well have a penchant for telling lies.

Why did it appear to me? What in it made my soul sing?

away the optimism and the spirit, the capacity for visions, and the respect for simple yet indispensable things. Please forgive me if I sound bitter.

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.»

Lead us with your thirst and lead us with your wonder, for surely in this state you do see things as never before and you are filled with that wonder.

For him, Egypt was a phase. But for me, a life.

How I hated Mael. How I feared him. Yet I had loved him once, loved him when we'd been mortals even, and I'd been his prisoner and he had been the Druid priest teaching me the hymns of the Faithful of the Forest, for what purpose, I didn't know.

And you did get into the coffin?" "I had no choice. I begged Lestat to let me stay in the closet, but he laughed, astonished. 'Don't you know what you are?' he asked.

I want you, the great breaker of rules, to forgive that I have broken yours.

Marius needed to speak in a long flow of words as much as Thorne needed to hear words. Marius and Thorne had come upon each other in the proper moment.

I did not love those decadent and cynical French mummers. Those I had loved, and those who I could love, were, save for Louis de Pointe du Lac, utterly beyond my grasp. I must have Louis, that was my injunction. I knew no other. So I did not interfere when Louis incinerated the Coven, and the infamous theatre, striking at the risk of his own life, with flame and scythe at the very hour of dawn.

It's no devil,' I said. 'And why do you say that?' she asked again, as if we hadn't discussed this before. 'Because,' I said, 'the Devil has more important things to do if he exists at all, and on the point of his existence at all I am not certain.' 'Where did you get an idea there was no Devil?' 'Rousseau,' I said. 'His philosophy argues that the worst evil is in man.

Something sordid and evil lay behind her recent fortunes here yet she displaying nothing of the desperation she surely must feel.

I like to think I'm too humble to declare there's nothing. After we die, that is.

Am I damned? Am I from the devil? Is my very nature that of a devil? I was asking myself over and over. And if it is, why then do I revolt against it, tremble when Babette hurls a flaming lantern at me, turn away in disgust when Lestat kills? What have I become in becoming a vampire? Where am I to go?

Loneliness and solitude have imprinted her most strangely on my mind. I see her. I hear her voice.

I want you who were kidnapped and made a vampire against your will to look kindly on me because the same thing happened to me.

He looked as though he contained heavy secrets which he must tell and yet he feared to do it.

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 (p.268)

For her life, she dispatched her victims. For my life, I drank human blood.

que sólo podía haber aprendido del mismo Marius. ¿Y dónde estaba Marius