Quotes from Anne Rice

I could betray her utterly were she to allow. Or I might only take from her some mercy, and leave her finally with a mystery which she would never understand.

He backed away from me, the brush falling from his hand. And I rose over him, feeling my teeth against my lip, feeling my eyes fill with the colors of his face, my ears fill with his struggling cry, my hands fill with that strong, fighting flesh until I drew him up to me, helpless, and tore that flesh and had the blood that gave it life. 'Die,' I whispered when I held him loose now, his head bowed against my coat, 'die,' and felt him struggle to look up at me.

Rape is unmanly.

I want that boy, the one who won't do what you try to force him to do.

I thought in my secret heart of Botticelli, the man himself standing in his studio staring at me, wondering helplessly what sort of patron I was, and never dreaming that my hunger and adoration were conmingled, never dreaming of a danger which had come so close.

We respect you," said Stirling, "more than you deserve.

Me maravillaba su habitual forma de expresarse, el tono melodioso de su voz y el modo en que sus palabras parecían apenas perturbar el aire.

Tiny pinpoints of light, pulsing, and connected to the white figure, and almost beautiful, the sight of it, except it was so sad. Oh, poor souls of all the Dead guys locked in indestructible matter unable to grow old or die.

What a lure that was-the sleeping vampire who no longer bothered with the trappings of a coffin.

The young reinvent the universe," he said. "And they give the new universe to us as their gift. But sometimes the young make terrible mistakes. The young need the wisdom of the old. The man smiled. They do and they don't, he said.

Only if, upon stepping into the next great realm of existence, the afterlife itself, you insist on looking backwards, of turning away from the dazzling experiences that await you in favor of clinging to the physical past. Only then is it not transcendence.

Heaven had cast down upon this stone floor an abandoned angel, of auburn curls and perfectly formed limbs, of fair and mysterious face.

Open your ears, my darling; listen to their prayers; listen to the silence of those who've learned to pray for nothing. For nothing has always been their portion, whatever the name of their nation, their city, their tribe.

What would Christ need to have done to make me follow him like Matthew or Peter? Dress well, to begin with. And have a luxurious head of pampered yellow hair.

Avevo concepito la mia trasformazione in vampiro sotto due luci diverse. Da una parte si trattava semplicemente di una malia: Lestat mi aveva sopraffatto sul letto di morte. Ma dall'altra c'era la voglia di autodistruggermi, di dannarmi completamente. Questa era la porta aperta per cui era entrato Lestat.

It's still hard for me to imagine that these gentle people have broken over a thousand years of neutrality in a warning against all of our kind. They seemed so proud of their benevolent history, so psychologically dependent upon a secular and kindly definition of themselves.

I'm not the Christ, my child," I said, speaking to that part of him deep within the mind of which he knew nothing. "But one who comes with his own salvation. Amadeo, come into my arms.

Oh, my beautiful Marius. Tell me how to remedy this and I will.

L'istinto potente del vampiro per cui anche il più impercettibile cambiamento nell'espressione del volto umano ha l'evidenza di un gesto. Lestat aveva un tempismo sovrannaturale.

I believe a single god waits for us beyond the dark

Jesse Reeves had been my student even more surely than Merrick ever became, and the vampires had swallowed Jesse whole and complete.

She has been my guiding lamp many a time

Our ancestral home is Blackwood Manor, an august if not overblown house in the grandest Greek Revival Style, replete with enormous and dizzying Corinthian columns, an immense structure on high ground.

I was thinking how very attractive he was, I couldn't stop myself, with his yellow hair so thick and long, turning so gracefully at the collar of his coat, and his large probing violet eyes. There are very few creatures on earth who have true violet eyes. The slight difference between his eyes meant nothing. His sun-browned skin was flawless. What he saw in me with his questioning gaze, I couldn't know.