“But what endures is what has always mattered: love—that we love one another as surely as we are alive. And” — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
I felt ravaged, and with both hands in a fantasy I reached out for her figure as we ran together through the… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
When you make his sandwiches, put a sexy or loving note in his lunch box. — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
I allowed myself to forget how totally I had fallen in love with Lestat's iridescent eyes, that I'd sold my soul for… — 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
You have made me ashamed of the wasted years. You have made me acknowledge that no darkness has ever been deep enough… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“I like you both! And that's better than loving you, for that's expected, you know. But liking you, what a curious surprise.” — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
Do we have to confess our loves to everyone?" asked Thorne softly. "Can we not keep some secrets? — 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
Oh to have you with me, to have you here, not to be alone, but to be with you, my beauty, you… — 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
Without memory there can be no insight. Without love, there can be no appreciation. — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“You have a tale to tell, you are ancient, and deeply broken. I feel love for you and cherish that it is… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“We are never entirely sure about each other’s powers. It’s all a game. I would no more have asked him how he… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“But I lived a lie. I lived it out of anger. This is what I am trying to tell you. I have… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
Your love to others, and their love for you, that the increase of love in life itself around you, is what matters. — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“What mysteries we are, human, vampire, monster, mortal, that we can love and hate simultaneously, and that emotions of all sorts might… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“If I could, I'd deliver you from old age and death, from aches and pains, from the blandishments of ghosts, from the… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“What women hate is when you turn cold to them. If you treat them like queens, they’ll let you have a concubine… — 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
“You're the mad one,' I said. 'If you could see yourself, hear your own voice, your music - which of course you… — 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
