Do you know what I think about crying? I think some people have to learn to do it. But once you learn,… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
Go where the pleasure is in your writing. Go where the pain is. Write the book you would like to read. Write… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
Garden of Pain, I need you. What were the songs of beasts to the cries of sentient souls? — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
I am an unwilling devil. I cry like some vagrant child. I want to go home. — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
What does all this mean finally, I kept asking like a college kid. Why does it make me want to cry? Maybe… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
I wasn't sent here to find angels! I wasn't sent here to dream of them. I wasn't sent here to hear them… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
But I still did not realize how mad she was, and how accustomed to dreaming; and that she would not cry out… — 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
