I think all of us ordinary mortals tend to mythologize people as good-looking as you. — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
He had never expected death to be this quiet, this secretive, this easy. — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
Would that death were like this. Would that one would sleep and sleep and sleep forever. — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
All the mortal world is a lethal enemy during those hours between dawn and dusk. — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“For the moment, death is spoiling life for you, that’s all. But life is more important than death.” — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“Ah! I had been screaming. I realized it. Lots of mortals around me, high up in the night, were telling me to… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
We shall live even in this state of living death, we shall love, we shall feel, we shall defy all who would… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
Do you know what it means to be loved by Death?... Do you know what it means to have Death know your… — 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… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
Nothing in all the world is so nonsensical and contradictory, save mortals, that is, who live in the grip of the superstitions… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
Suppose death had a heart to love and to release you, to whom would he turn this passion, would you chose a… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“But you must have all the things you never had of life and make of immortality a junk shop in which both… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“Our emotions are different but we have them. We never cast a cold eye on life or death. Don't misunderstand our seeming… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“They reflect the age in cynicism which cannot comprehend the death of possibilities, fatuous sophisticated indulgence in the parody of the miraculous,… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“i wondered vaguely what it would be to feel this loss, this outrage, and be justified in it, be deserving of sympathy,… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“Yet their whispers slithered around me. And those scents, ah, not a one was like another. And as clearly as if spoken… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“I explained that often when we revealed ourselves to mortals we drove them mad—for we were unnatural beings, and yet we did… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
Who knew that better than I, who had presided over the death of my own body, seeing all I called human wither… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
Dear God, help me. Do not forget me on this tiny cinder lost in a galaxy that is lost–a heart no bigger… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
And this lesson about mortal peace of mind I never forgot. Even if a ghost is ripping a house to pieces, throwing… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“She had no idea, really, what it meant to see a man's arm ripped out by the root, to see a head… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
In these last few days, we were close because we were both mortal men. We saw the same sun and the same… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
And then it was, that grief and pain made themselves known to me as never before. Note this, because I knew the… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“I wanted love and goodness in this which is living death,' I said. 'It was impossible from the beginning, because you cannot… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“I realized aloud in the midst of saying it that even when we die we probably don't find out the answer as… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“all you have to lose in death, no matter how long you’ve lived, is the present moment in which you die.” — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“You are living in a blessed time now, Reuben, and you will be until all those you love here are gone, until… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“Speak to me of the dark gifts. I use them. I'm gentleman death in silk and lace, come to put out the… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“the death of another person is perhaps the only genuine supernatural event we ever experience.” — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“I was just walking around saying “We’re all gonna die!” I never got over it. I went to class, I did what… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“I hear nothing. I hear nothing, but what does it mean that I hear nothing? I walk in the cemeteries of this… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“That one, there,” Tonio murmured, but the weight of his suspicion was breaking him, sickening him. Send death for me, like that,… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“And I? What am I? Do I live? Or am I always walking in death? Forever in love with time?” — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
My conscience is killing me, isn't it? And when you're immortal that can be a really long and ignominious death — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
I am afraid of death. I believe nothing, and therefore like many who believe nothing I must make something, and that something… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“It's always the young ones who end it. The ones for whom mortality holds magic. As we grow older it's eternity that… — 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
