Quotes from Anne Rice

Again it was words that healed. Words and memory.

Even if his eyes were dull as though the dazzling colors of my paintings did not matter to him, was he not near at hand?

What stars are these that sing so beautifully when all the world is languishing in dissonance?

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

Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was as white as leprosy, The Night-mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold.

La poesía debería tomarse en pequeñas dosis. Nadie necesita poesía. Nadie necesita obligarse a leerla.

It was an old tale. It was too old.

She had understood before she had ever dreamed of a city such as this, where every texture, every color, leapt out at you, where every fragrance was a drug, and the air itself was something alive and breathing. I

What would Christ need have done to make me follow Him like Matthew or Peter? Dress well, to begin with, And have a luxurious head of pampered yellow hair.

Yes, he knew me to be a blood drinker. Indeed, he had some name for me: vampire. And he had been wattering me for several years. He had in fact glimpsed me in grand salons and ballrooms so I might indeed write this off to my carelessness. And on the night I had first opened my hous to the citizens of Venice, he had come.

We had been made over into portraits of ourselves in marble by a master sculptor.

You seek a family, always and everywhere.

As for the vampire woman's skin it was perfectly white, and so totally without a touch of humanity that it sent a chill through me. But her expression, which manifested itself almost entirely by a smile, was cordial and curious in the extreme.

We mean you no harm. We are scholars. We offer understanding. We offer shelter. We watch and we are always there.

Do dogs smell fear? Vampires smell it. Vampires count on it. Vampires find it savory. Vampires can't resist it.

Ryan looked amazingly composed, as if he'd thrown an inner switch to Business Mode; there was nothing bitter or resentful in his attitude.

But when you feel as if you are but a dry leaf carried by the endless winds of time, and you can bear the thought of what seems like a haphazard wandering no longer, you must go where there is pain and seek to alleviate it.

I marveled at his customary manner of speaking, the melting quality of his voice and the way his words seemed barely to disturb the air.

It's a lie that I hold him high in my affections. My life is full of such lies.

There is no weakness in grief. There is no weakness in love.

But all this he bore with the most serene expression. He nodded to his fellow students. He flashed a disarming smile at those who had ridiculed him.

Would that it were true, would that all the poems and paintings of the world were but a mirror of such hopeful splendor.

What tribe on earth has not had elders? How much of our art and our knowledge comes from those who've lived into old age? You sound like Lestat when you say such things, speaking of his Savage Garden. The world has never seemed a hopelessly savage place to me.

I who am hard and spare and dedicated to a purpose, felt drawn to her irresistibly; and, knowing it could only culminate in death, I turned away from her at once, wondering if when she gazed into my eyes she found them dead and soulless.