Quotes About Anne Rice

The belief in a special destiny is one of the most rampant and harmful delusions on earth.

Ah, so much to ponder. But not now. Now was the time for the conjugal blessing of this new abode.

I cannot pretend to be the mortal that once refused Lestat. I cannot reach back and claim that being's reimaginative heart.

off without a trace; we cover up the kill." "You are an imp, Lestat, you know it? A brat.

I feel the darkness near me; I feel the light shining. And more keenly I feel the contrast between the two. Until

You are the damnedest creature!" he whispered.

You don't see the evidence of youth in me; it is something so far afield of the promises of youth that I've only begun to understand its agonies.

From her long red locks she had taken one hair after another and spun it into thread, working with silent speed as he approached her.

Once again, he smiled at me so knowingly, with such a quiet air of triumph.

Mona wasn't innocent, except in the most serious sense of the word. That is, she didn't think she was bad, and she didn't mean to do bad. She was just sort of a Ã¢â'¬Â¦ pagan

I played the teacher with great earnestness and generosity, and something of pure self-indulgence. Was it for Lestat or me that I wanted him to know everything? I don't know. But those were splendid hours for me, I know that much.

I thought dreamily of that supper when he had come upon me so stealthily and stared at me with such innocent and inquisitive eyes.

Lei non e' sempre stato un vampiro, vero? attacco'. No rispose l'altro. Avevo venticinque anni quando lo divvenni: era il 1791.

Mozart was always my happy guardian, the Little Genius, I called him

The cafe au lait was strong and delicious. Five years among the Undead can't kill the memory. Nothing ever will.

Your words flow over me like warm water. They bring me comfort. I hunger for your images. I hunger for all you might say.

Too many times, religion mothers crimes and wickedness.

There was no need to wound him further, to shift from him the limelight of his own tale, which Lestat being the bright star, must always have.

All the little ghosts had fled. The convent was mine. Memnoch's servant; Memnoch's prince. I was never alone in my person.

If you come to bring a swift justice to me for my disobedience, assure me please that you will do your utmost to destroy a spirit which has been my companion since I was a child. This creature, a duplicate of me who has grown with me since before I can remember, now poses a danger to humans as well as myself.

I was too pale of soul, too numbed, to used to seeing all things as figments in a series of unconnected dreams.

The Dead Guy, Louis, or whoever he was, had been made Dead down in New Orleans and the book was full of stuff about banana leaves and iron railings and Spanish moss.

With his flowing hair, he much resembled the Vampire Lestat. He is taller than Lestat, but he has the same lithe build, the same very blue eyes and a muscular strength to him, and a squareness of face which is almost pretty.

Whether you and Marius made up some of what was written in your books I don't know. You and comrades, the Coven of the Articulate, as you are now called, may well have a penchant for telling lies.