Quotes from Anne Rice

You dared to publish a chronicle using the name Merrick Mayfair. You dared to do this even though a great family by the name of Mayfair lives in this city and its environs to this day. You had no care when you did that.

I drew from him an easy intimacy which he had denied all those who had tormented him, so dazzled and confused was he by my simple kindnesses and the words I whispered in his tender ears.

I think I put my hands to my head as mortals do when so deeply troubled that they instinctively cover the face, reach for the brain as if they could reach through the skull and massage the living organ out of its agony.

I devour it and then I lose it and sometims I can't reach for any knowledge that I ought to possess. I feel desolate, but th knowledge returns or I seek it out in a new source.

It was as if this night were only one of thousands of

In fact, he'd given me a trace of a smile. My short curly hair he'd rendered thick swirls as if it were an Apollonian halo. He'd carved my shirt collar, jacket lapel and tie with equal grace.

You accuse me of audacity! You're living and breathing now entirely because I want it.

She was a vision, there was no doubt of it, her face warm and pretty for all its years. It wasn't gaunt so much as naturally angular, and her thinning lips were nearly brightened with rose lipstick, and her eyes, in spite of the fine wrinkles around them, were still vividly blue. The diamonds and pearls on her breast were stunning, and she wore several rich diamond rings on her long hands.

Yes, the blood thirst rose, but I knew well how to control it. I filled my nostrols with the smell of his youthful flesh.

nights, world without end, night curving into night to make a great arching line of which I couldn't see the end, a night in which I roamed alone under cold, mindless stars.

You, Marius, you steal the Queen of Heaven and you keep her as if she were your own? You lock her up in a painted chapel as if she were a goddess made of wood?

Yes, the blood thirst rose, but I knew well how to control it. I filled my nostrils with the smell of his youthful flesh.

Now I remarked a little while ago that I wanted the Talamasca to envelop her in fantasy, to give her everything she should desire.

It struck me as I looked around the little room, with its scent of ink and old paper, its scent of leather book binding and burning coals, that I could spend my whole life here happily, and that, in fact, I was living a life now so superior to anything that I'd ever lived before that I almost wanted to cry.

She was too distracted by the alluring creature standing before her table, with his cordial blue eyes.

It was a very great miracle you revealed," he whispered. "Let him ponder it until he has made its greatness small enough for his mind.

I knew that I could do anything I wanted with him. There was no force between Heaven and Hell that could stop me. And I did not need a Satan to tell me that I could bring him over to me and educate his within the Blood.

Y el largo vuelo de regreso a casa, los alumnos en el campus, los jóvenes de mirada vidriosa, destruidos por las drogas y las ideas, que ni siquiera se fijaban en las muchachas altas y bronceadas cuyos pechos se transparentaban bajo las finas camisetas de algodón y hablaban de marihuana, sexo, revolución, los derechos de las mujeres en el mayor laboratorio social del mundo.

Qué significa morir cuando puedes vivir hasta el fin del mundo?

Of course the cameo said nothing of my height of six foot four inches, that my hair was jet black, my eyes blue, or of the fact that I was slight of build. I had the kind of long thin fingers which were very good for the piano, which I played now and then. I played now and then. And it was my height that told people that in spite of my all too precious face and feminine hands, I really was a young man.

In time I conceieved another love naturally, a love for a mortal boy Daniel, to whom Louis had poured out his story, published under the absurd title Interview with the Vampire, whom I later made into a vampire for the same reasons that Marius had made me so long ago: the boy who had been my faithful mortal companion, and only sometimes an intolerable nuisance, was about to die.

The conflict lies between the morals of the artist and the morals of society, not between aesthetics and morality. But

What are we that we can make such great blunders without the slightest realization of what we are doing? What is man that he is so mindful of himself and knows so little of the consequences of what he does!

Allow me to watch at the garden window in silence as you paint your walls.