Remember always, he said, that nothing is as precious to us as the magnificent gift of life. Let the moon and the… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
We are not damned. We never were. Who under the sun has the right to damn any living breathing creature? — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
Ah, come now. I look like an angel, but I'm not. The old rules of nature encompass many creatures like me. We're… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
Evil is a point of view ... God kills, and so shall we; indiscriminately ... for no creatures under God are as… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
I didn’t look to the shore much after this first long and memorable glimpse. I looked up at Heaven and her court… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
A story of remarkable simplicity and charm. A young swimmer invites us into sea off the coast of California where through her… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“There had never been any talent, any talent to draw or paint or to make music or to write or to make any of… — anne rice Copy Share Image
“there are only two things which I believe—the first is that no mortal can refuse the Dark Gift once he really knows what it… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“Lie quiet and you will lapse back into peace again. Be like the god Heimdall before the battle call, so still that you can… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
All the stories I have told you are finally as useless as all ancient knowledge is to man and to us. Its images and… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
If you want to be a writer, write. Write and write and write. If you stop, start again. Save everything that you write. If… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
How can so much beauty hide such a bruised and steely heart, and why must I love him, why must I lean in my… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“you do get wiser when you live for hundreds of years; but you also have more time to turn out as badly as your… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“I don't need to sleep to play. I'm crazy anyway. Being crazier still could only help.” — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“what I felt was inexpressible gratitude for the music, that in this horror there could be something as beautiful as that.” — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
