All my life,I've been afraid of things, as a child and a woman must be. I lied about it naturally. I fancied… — 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
I was in the black silence of a medieval street, and blindly I followed its sharp turns, comforted by the height of… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
Paris was a universe whole and entire unto herself, hollowed and fashioned by history; so she seemed in this age of Napoleon… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
In the spring of 1988, I returned to New Orleans, and as soon as I smelled the air, I knew I was… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
There is a horrifying loneliness at work in this time. No, listen to me. We lived six and seven to a room… — 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
