Quotes from Anne Rice

I wanted him for my companion, mirror of my emotions, witness of my aesthetic progress, yes, all those things. I wanted him to be the quiet and gentle Louis that I knew. And if he did not choose to go one with us, if he did in fact take his own life by walking into the sunlight, then it would be all the harder for me to continue, even with my fear.

What more perfect guise for a vampire, I thought, than that of a rock musician?

To write something, you have to risk making a fool of yourself.

As much as I hated him, with him we were Ã¢â'¬Â¦ complete.' She looked at me, her eyelids quivering, as if the slight rise in her voice had disturbed her even as it had disturbed me. " Ã¢â'¬ËœNo, only you were complete …' I said to her. 'Because there were two of us, one on either side of you, from the beginning.' "I thought I saw her smile then, but I was not certain.

Elements we might call Asian or Chinese proliferate in these artifacts, and then there

All through my long life," I said, "I have seen such ruin. Magnificent cities are created by men and women with such dreams. Then there come the riders of the North or the East and they trample and destroy the magnificence; all that men and women have created is no more. Fear and misery follow this destruction. And nowhere is it more visible than in the ruins of your home-Kiev Rus.

When you call on les mystéres you don't always know what you're going to get.

No hay nada en este mundo que no posea cierta fascinación.

I know history, I read it as others read their Bibles, and I will not be satisfied until I have unearthed all stories that are written and knowable, and cracked the codes of all cultures that have left me any tantalizing evidence that I might pry loose from earth or stone or papyrus or clay.

The ones we love become our burdens in death, and this is how we remain connected to them.

His trip to Heaven and Hell with Memnoch, be it delusion or supernatural journey, has left him stunned spiritually to such a point that he is not ready to resume his antics and become the Brat Prince whom we once adored.

Where was Goblin? I felt an aching loneliness for him. I felt the emptiness of the night air. He was waiting for me to hunt, waiting for the fresh blood. But I had no intention of hunting tonight, even though I was faintly hungry.

We'll get you out, don't cry, you're ours now. We have you.

Death is the collapse of time.

These creatures had no names for me. They might have come from any verse in Ovid, or from the writing of Lucretius, or indeed from the blind poet, Homer. It was no matter to me. I lost myself in depicting uplifted arms and graceful throats, in painting oval faces and garments blowing gently in the breeze.

My father, Ivan, the brave one, the hunter. Ivan, the warrior, the singer of songs whom everyone loved-Ivan is the drunkard now because he failed to save his son.

It was the first time I'd heard her voice, and I saw the deliberate brave calm of her blanched face, the wind making her eyes tear, though she herself remained staunch.

Love we need, and love can make us forget and forgive the savagery, as perhaps nothing else can.

But this effervescence was frenetic and likely to vanish in an instant;

Louis seemed an angel of death come to the window.

We are safe now, we have captured you and we have you.

It was not a easy thing to love her so terribly and not taste of her soul through her blood.

I felt sharply that for better or worse I would now have Lestat to myself.

Pero nada podría darme aquella libertad, nada. Las libertades que me daba ella no significaban nada para mí; su poder no era, en definitiva, sino un grado más del que todos poseíamos. Y lo que poseen todos nunca ha facilitado la contienda; más bien la ha convertido en una agonía, por más que se gane o se pierda.