Garden of Pain, I need you. What were the songs of beasts to the cries of sentient souls? — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
So why must it wound him that the most despairing music is full of beauty? Why must it hurt him and make… — 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
We breathe the light, we breathe the music, we breathe the moment as it passes through us. — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“though the melody kept putting its hooks into me and dragging me with it mentally so that I was dancing in my… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“There was something vampiric about. . music. It must have sounded supernatural even to those who don't believe in the supernatural. .… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“and what struck my heart almost as much as the song itself was the way that he seemed with his whole body… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“And this notion of the meaninglessness of our lives here began to enflame us. I took up the theme again that music… — 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
“A large American automobile came crawling close to us, and we could hear from behind its thick windows the deep bass of… — 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… — anne rice Copy Share Image
“Also there was something vampiric about rock music. It must have sounded supernatural even to those who don’t believe in the supernatural.… — 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
