Quotes from Anne Rice

Sueño los sueños de los jóvenes ?confesó?, o sea que siempre sueño con ser mayor, más rico, más sensato, más fuerte. Solté una risita.

Why was I so jealous? Why did this knowledge sting me so much?

His sweet delectable human scent was strong and suddenly I saw him divorced from all I knew him. I saw him as prey.

Vampires loath witches, whether they're rich or poor. Anyone who reads the story of Merrick Mayfair can see why.

Fájdalom. Kimondhatatlan fájdalom. Nem érdekelt, ki mindenki figyel most ebbÅ'l vagy egy másik világból, ki próbál osztozni velem a pillanatban, és ki az, aki pusztán remegve nézi, amint én átélem. Nem számított. Amikor efféle fájdalom ér minket, mindig egyedül vagyunk.

I don't know which causes me the greater pain-the loss of my goddess, or my hatred of Santino.

His dark-green eyes made me think of Merrick's, and for one moment I felt such a desire for her, such a horror of what I'd done, that I couldn't speak.

Sometimes I think the theologians have got it backwards. The big problem is not How to explain the existence of evil in this world. It's How to explain the existence of good.

The cunning woman of the village becomes a witch only when her powers to heal do not work. Before that, she is everyone's good sorceress, and there is nary the slightest talk of devils.

I was amazed by his boldness, polite as it was. But then he was so much older than me, so used to a graceful authority, and I was painfully young. Again, in waves I felt the old love for him, the old need of him, and again it was fusing perfectly and stupidly, with my thirst.

Yes, go out. Talk to her. This is the closest you'll get to that moment; this is your chance. And how delicious to be so physically drawn to her, so laid bare by her presence. It was as if an invisible hand was unzipping his pants.

Good was above all kind; it was to be gentle. It was to waste nothing. It was to paint, to read, to study, to listen, even to pray, though to whom I prayed I wasn't sure, and it was to take every opportunity to be generous to those mortals whom I did not kill.

I could see the dim figure of my double forming behind Lestat. I could see Goblin, designed as I was designed. I could see the crazed smile on his face.

No mortal lives long enough to forget their great loves entirely, do they.

Having long identified my own soul with the salvation of the Empire, I felt no consolation in this city. I felt suspicion and profound distaste.

Ah, such complexity, such inexplicable combinations, such strange matter, and yet very human face so compelling, every hand so exquisitely wrought.

I loved Amadeo as I had loved Pandora. I loved him as I had loved Botticelli. Amadeo was among these, the great loves of my long life.

She teaches doctrines with every step that would make the pagan gods of lust canonize her with glee.

I've been too young for too long.

Only in complexity do we find answers. Through complexity men struggle towards fairness; it is slow and clumsy, but it's the only way. Simplicity demands too great a sacrifice. It always has.

Her eyes were round and extremely large. Her lips were perfectly rouged, and there came a perfume from her that was no doubt made by a Persian magician to drive us out of our wits.

I wanted to feel morally safe, which I would never feel again.

I always understood you. I've always understood Goblin. Are you going to betray all that now?

Marius had become sober and was looking into the flames again as though lost in his own sadness. In the light of the fire, his hair was almost entirely white.