And my heart beat faster for the mountains of eastern Europe, finally, beat faster for the one hope that somewhere we might… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
It draws it's strength, this big secret, from the same root from which I draw my strength, both the good and the… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
Many Christians believe that the vast majority of those created by God will burn in Hell for All Eternity. Many Christians not… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
So we reach into the raging chaos, and we cling to it, and we tell ourselves it has meaning, and that the… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
Locked together in hatred. But I can't hate you Louis. Louis my love, I was mortal till you gave me your immortal… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“It was as if this night were only one of thousands of nights, world without end, night curving into into night to… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
His Back was turned to the end of the world and the end of the world was quiet. — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
Locked together in hatred. But I can't hate you Louis. Louis my love, I was mortal till you gave me your immortal… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
It's so easy to wish for death when nothing's wrong with you! It's so easy to fall in love with death, and… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
A perfect world or a world destroyed, one or the other- someday will come the end of hell. — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
A summer rain had left the night clean and sparkling with drops of water. I leaned against the end pillar of the… — 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
