Quotes from Anne Rice

Don't be a fool, Martino," he said to the red-head companion. "It's probably perfectly legal to be a witch in the Veneto as long as a man pays his tax. Put your money in Martino's bank, Marius De Romanus." "Ah, but I do," said Marius De Romanus, my Master, "and it earns me quite a good return.

My mortal life had been shattered, my soul soaring and then fallen, my vampire life erasing all the small accomplishments and consolations of the man I'd once been.

Do what it is your nature to do. This is but a taste of it. Do what it is your nature to do.

Lorraine McQueen is her name, and everyone hereabouts calls her Miss Queen or Aunt Queen.

I lived like a man who wanted to die but who had

The will of a single god can be felt by all but those who are lost in delusion.

And this lesson about mortal peace of mind I never forgot. Even if a ghost is ripping a house to pieces, throwing tin pans all over, pouring water on pillows, making clocks chime at all hours, mortals will accept almost any "natural explanation" offered, no matter how absurd, rather than the obvious supernatural one, for what is going on.)

Her soft gray hair was curled naturally around her face, and her small eyes were full of an exuberant spirit as she studied the cameos at hand.

But truly, who has greater power than the god of death?

like to cry alone. It felt so marvelously good, to cry and cry, totally removed from any hint of censure! No one to tell you yes or no, no one to beg for forgiveness, no one to intervene.

There isn't a soul in the world whom Heaven doesn't regard in particular fashion. There isn't a sigh or a word that Heaven fails to hear." I

When I spoke of my vote, I was speaking of a symbolic voice rather than a literal one.

La gente que deja de creer en Dios, o en la bondad, sigue creyendo en el demonio. No sé por qué. No; sé muy bien por qué. El mal siempre es posible. Y la bondad es eternamente difícil.

no courage to do it himself. I walked black streets and alleys alone; I passed out in cabarets.

And won't you take absolution from me, Vittorio!" he said. His voice rose, and his chest seemed to increase in size. "Vittorio and Ursula, take my absolution." "No, Father," I said. "we cannot take it. We don't want it." "But why?" "Because, Father," said Ursula kindly, "we plan to sin again as soon as we possibly can.

Why did we wander for so many years together, drifting like elegant phantoms in our lace and velvet cerements into the garish electric lights and electronic noise of the modern age?

How many times have you, the magician, reached out for the lonely soul? You have no right to call those between life and death.

If ever a creature was earthbond, it's the vampire. We're wed, soul and body, hopelessly. Only the most painful death by fire can rip that bond.

But before we cut to Present Time, let me have my little fantasy. I need it (Chapter 1).

Their lives are interconnected like thorny vines forever circling and recircling the same tree. Your life might have nothing to do with their bitter struggle.

His face was all the more bright from the blood he'd drunk. Indeed the color was even now, and radiant overall, and his hair seemed all the fairer against his blushing skin. A tiny spider's web of veins lived within each of his eyes, not detracting one jot from their awesome lustrous beauty.

Under the table, and where her robe was parted, I could see that she wore her perilous pink-sequined high-heeled shoes. I wanted to lecture. Ever a danger, those spike-heeled shoes.

what endures is what has always mattered: love—that we love one another as surely as we are alive. And if there is any hope for us to ever really be good—that hope will be realized through love.

I can't tell you exactly," said the vampire. "I can tell you about it, enclose it with words that will make the value of it to me evident to you. But I can't tell you exactly, any more than I could tell you exactly