Garden of Pain, I need you. What were the songs of beasts to the cries of sentient souls? — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
And I loved this moment for all it's pain...We seemed for a moment like two parts of the same thing. — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
What if I could give you your life back; pluck out the pain; and give you a world of unimaginable beauty that… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
This suffering, this unspeakable capacity to bleed and to know pain and to know annihilation, is what has to be overcome in… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
What I have always wanted more than revenge is to bring the other person to recognition of the pain they caused, so… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
Writers write about what obsesses them. You draw those cards. I lost my mother when I was 14. My daughter died at… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
I don't believe in hell. The idea that a supreme being would make hell is ridiculous. An eternity of pain that results… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
Oh, my darling, wish you were here! And my dark soul is happy again, because it does not know how to be… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
Advice to a new writer: There are no rules in this profession. Do what is good for you. Read books and watch… — 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
Go where the pleasure is in your writing. Go where the pain is. Write the book you would like to read. Write… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“And this time as the lashes come, try to think about the pain, instead of against it, because there is not one… — 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
