“The Cardinal was bent over his writing desk, the room unchanged save for the light of what appeared a small antique oil… — 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
When I write something, every word of it is meant. I can't say it enough. — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
Amazing what the British do with language; the nuances of politeness. The world's great diplomats, surely. — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
Words are like gems to me... imagine yourself walking through a very shallow stream and picking up beautiful stones that catch your… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
Words. Borne on the ever swelling current of hatred, like flowers opening in the current, petals peeling back, then falling apart. — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
I loved words. I love to sing them and speak them and even now, I must admit, I have fallen into the… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
Our language needs endless synonyms for beautiful; the eyes could see what the tongue cannot possibly describe. — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“You will learn as you get older, my dear girl, that not everyone reads as you do. Not everyone has the same… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
I’d thought I knew what beauty was in women; but she’d surpassed all the language I had for it. — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“You will learn as you get older, my dear girl, that not everyone reads as you do. Not everyone has the same… — 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
