A singer can shatter glass with the proper high note," he said, "but the simplest way to break glass is simply to… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
First-person narrators is the way I know how to write a book with the greatest power and chance of artistic success. — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“Life is a tragedy, one way or another. What is certain is that you die.” — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
There's no way to cheat a sensualist like me, somebody who can die laughing for hours over the pattern of the carpet… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
Phil was mumbling that Reuben might become a writer after all and writers had a way of "redeeming everything that ever happens… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
What is fear after all? It is indecision. You seek some way to resist, escape. There is none. — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
I can't get very far away from Christianity, I can't get very far away from the angels and the saints. I work… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
I would die rather than live without you. I would die the same way he died. I can't bear you to look… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
Because," she said, "that is what men would call it. They invented Satan, didn't they? Satanic is merely the name they give… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
Obsession led me to write. It's been that way with every book I've ever written. I become completely consumed by a theme,… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
I assume as a child Jesus had to learn how to do carpentry, learn Torah, learn all the things a human child… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
Old truths and ancient magic, revolution and invention, all conspire to distract us from the passion that in one way or another… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
Something in me was responding now as the audience responded, not in fear, but in some human way, to the magic of… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
What does all this mean finally, I kept asking like a college kid. Why does it make me want to cry? Maybe… — 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… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
It's so easy to wish for death when nothing's wrong with you! It's so easy to fall in love with death, and… — 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
I'm speaking of the character of human beings, not what they believe in. I'm speaking of those who won't accept a useless… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
My heart right now is totally connected to a book called The Servant of the Bones, which is not in any way… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
I was at a loss suddenly; but conscious all the while of how Armand listened; that he listened in the way that… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
In a way he made me think of a child doll, with briliant faintly red-brown glass eyes - a doll that had… — 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
