Would that death were like this. Would that one would sleep and sleep and sleep forever. — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
We live in a world full of accidents finally in which on aesthetic principles have a consistency of which we can be… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
Ignore any loss of nerve, ignore any loss of self-confidence, ignore any doubt or confusion. Move on believing in love, in peace,… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“Ah forever!" I said. "I have such a love of that word, forever." "Yes, it is a timeless word," he said, raising… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
One will hate you for taking his life, another will run to excesses that you scorn. A third will emerge mad and… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“It gave me no hope to see him doing these simple things with the sluggishness of a somnambulist. It proved nothing more… — 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
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
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
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
But don't you see, all human decisions are made like this. Do you think the mother knows what will happen to 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
