Quotes from Anne Rice

All life seeks rebirth when removed from the mortal realm. All life, through its very nature, returns.

matter that we all die, and do not know where we go when we die, or if a justice or explanation awaits us.

Not made by human hands, you see, but by the power invested in me, which passed through me and I had only to take up the brush and there the Virgin and the Saints were mine to discover.

Behold. The Queen of the Damned.

His golden eyebrows were very clear against his tannd skin, and he frowned slightly while smiling at the same time. It made him look very clever and loving, though I wasn't sure why.

Only a perfect idiot could have been as exhilarated as I was. Lestat, I love you. Here comes Quinn to be your student and slave!

What had shaped his vision of her? It had been the thoughts of the blood drinkers who had gathered around her council table.

The thirst rose in me. The thirst clouded my eyes. I tasted blood as though I were already drinking it, and I felt the abysmal and desperate emptiness I always feel before a feast. Nothing will ever fill you. Nothing will ever make this abominable hunger go away.

Heaping every luxury upon him, I only sickened him with mortal sweets so that finally he turned from the riches I offered, becoming a vagabond.

I had gone rapidly from embarrassment to an embarrassing sense of pride. All my life people had capitulated to Blackwood Maner. They had positively raved about it, and I wondered now that I had been so mortified. But this being, this strangely compelling and handsome individual into whose hands I'd put my very life, had grown up in a castle, and I had feared he would laugh at what he saw.

Ma la bambina, quell'antica bambina, la mia Claudia, era cenere. Un urlo crebbe dentro di me, un selvaggio e devastante urlo che veniva dalle viscere del mio essere; si alzava come il vento che faceva turbinare la pioggia su quelle ceneri, che batteva sull'impronta di una mano, sui mattoni, che sollevava quei capelli biondi.

Life is too strong to be contained. It is never destroyed. Divorced from the flesh, it moves through all matter and form to find flesh again.

What am I? A witch, for the love of God! I am a healer, not a destroyer. I have a choice as all human beings have a choice! And

All I taught him of art, of history, of beauty, of civilization-all this was meaningless to him.

You know what a liar I am, don't you?" I asked her. "You know how wicked I have been. And you play my game with me, don't you, my Sovereign?

The Mayfairs, what are they to me? And what is a great family, a rich family?

Manfred was the patriarch, and William was his son. William begat Gravier. Gravier begat Pops. And Pops, late in life when he and Sweetheart had despaired of having a child, begat Patsy. At age sixteen, Patsy gave birth to me and named me Tarquin Anthony Blackwood. As to my father, let me state now plainly and unequivocally that I don't have one. "Patsy

You are a creature like me, I wanted to say. We are monsters and we can put our arms around each other. What are they, my guests, but tender things.

Love her sins, follow the path with her, make her evil your evil and you will do no evil.

I think you were made for this; for reassuring, and given to us, if I may speculate, to force us to see our catastrophes in the new light of modern conscience.

Mad, roaming the streets in rags, he shut out the world almost to the point of death, and I, weak, muddled, tormented by his beauty and lusting for the living man and not the vampire he might become, only brought him over to us through the working of the Dark Trick because he would have died otherwise.

But let me be a lover in the Savage Garden with you, and the light that went out of life would come back in a great burst of glory. Out of mortal flesh I would pass into eternity. I would be one of you.

Puede que en definitiva todas las canciones sean un lamento, un grito organizado.

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