Let my stories do what stories always do. Let them keep…

“I don't need to sleep to play. I'm crazy anyway. Being crazier still could only help.”

— Anne Rice

“Master, the paintings, the paintings in the storage rooms!" I cried. "Forget the paintings. It's too late. Boys, run from here, get out now,…

— Anne Rice

“He can see us," said the angel who had been gesturing so pointedly. His voice was subdued but seemed to reach my ears effortlessly…

— Anne Rice

“The Cardinal was bent over his writing desk, the room unchanged save for the light of what appeared a small antique oil lamp. And…

— Anne Rice

“But what endures is what has always mattered: love - that we love one another as surely as we are alive. And if there…

— Anne Rice

But death we are, and death we've always been.

— Anne Rice

“Desire radiated from him. It radiated out into the darkness and seemed to find the four walls of this enclosing place, and he turned…

— Anne Rice

“What lurked beneath my fancy frills, behind my quiet unquestioning eyes? Who was I? Had I no remembrance of a warmer flame than that…

— Anne Rice

“You let me handle Marius," I said. "Now, you didn't come without you dagger." "No, I did not," he said, lifting his cloak to…

— Anne Rice

“Drink." she whispered, drawing nearer. "Drink." she held the soft, tender flesh of the wrist towards me. "No. I know what to do; haven't…

— Anne Rice

“Pamper the mad man.”

— Anne Rice

“I realized aloud in the midst of saying it that even when we die we probably don't find out the answer as to why…

— Anne Rice

“You're the hunter, the warrior. You're stronger than anyone else here, that's your tragedy.”

— Anne Rice

“Lestat: You're very anxious to be out of these rooms, aren't you? Why don't we simply get into bed together? I don't understand. David:…

— Anne Rice Tale Of The Body Thief

“She was gone then in a flurry of bonnet ribbons and clicking slippers. I turned, paying no attention to where I went, wishing the…

— Anne Rice