Thank God he killed the guy. Oh, now, wait a minute. What kind of a prayer was that! — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
We need to stop fighting Christian against Christian. I have no time for anything but trying to love other people. That is… — Anne Rice Christian Copy Share Image
“What would Christ need have done to make me follow him like Matthew or Peter? Dress well, to begin with. And have… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“New Orleans, city of roaches, city of decay, city of our family, and of happy, happy people.” — Anne Rice Family Copy Share Image
Handsome enough' is this Grim Reaper, Who can snuff all these 'brief candles,' every fluttering soul sucking the air, from this hall"… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“Geliebten Lakaien are once again here with us. Lisa, Heddy, Henrietta, Peter, and Jean Pierre,” — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“Writing is what we do for a living; reviewing is what gangster bullies do for fun!” — Anne Rice Bullying Copy Share Image
“I'm a little sadder for all of it, and a little meaner and a little more conscientious as well.” — Anne Rice Lestat de lioncourt Copy Share Image
“I tucked my arm under my head and started crying like a child. I was perishing from exhaustion. I was worn and… — Anne Rice Children Copy Share Image
“There is nothing under the sun…nor under the moon, no entity of intellect, that does not have to believe something about itself,… — Anne Rice Intellect Copy Share Image
“i wondered vaguely what it would be to feel this loss, this outrage, and be justified in it, be deserving of sympathy,… — Anne Rice Death Copy Share Image
Lestat and Louie feel sorry for vampires that sparkle in the sun. They would never hurt immortals who choose to spend eternity… — Anne Rice Eternity Copy Share Image
“And there persisted in her a sense of Michael’s dangerous innocence, his naivete, which seemed to her to be connected to his… — Anne Rice Heart Copy Share Image
“Rhosh, remember the being’s skin, smooth, dark brown skin, like this one’s skin, and the being’s hair. The hair was the same,… — Anne Rice Brown skin Copy Share Image
I think that we are supernatural. We are unique. We're the only animals in the universe that we know of that actually… — Anne Rice Animal Copy Share Image
He had grieved for me, I'll give him that much. But then he is so good at grieving! He wears woe as… — Anne Rice Candle 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 Death Copy Share Image
You sense my loneliness, (...) my bitterness at being shut out of life. My bitterness that I'm evil, that I don't deserve… — Anne Rice Bitterness Copy Share Image
This evil, this concept, it comes from disappointment, from bitterness! Don't you see? Children of Satan! Children of God! Is this the… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
From my stone pillow I have dreamed dreams of the mortal world above. I have heard its voices, its new music, as… — Anne Rice Death Copy Share Image
Yet I saw crypts when I looked at him, and I heard the beat of kettledrums. I saw torchlit fields where I… — Anne Rice Amour Copy Share Image
“You will learn as you get older, my dear girl, that not everyone reads as you do. Not everyone has the same… — Anne Rice Language Copy Share Image
Let tears gather in your eyes. You haven’t tears enough for what you’ve done to me. Six more mortal years, seven, eight…I… — Anne Rice Claudia 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 Lestat Copy Share Image
“That was the test of love, he thought dreamily, when you can’t bear to be this happy without the other person with… — Anne Rice Love Copy Share Image
“What in hell was mortality? Shitting, pissing, eating, and then the same cycle all over again!” — Anne Rice Death Copy Share Image
God, what is it like to be You and hear all those people all the time everywhere, begging, imploring, calling out for… — 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
You can look at the New York Times Bestseller List and you can be pretty sure that the writers on that list… — Anne Rice New york Copy Share Image
The vampire is an outsider. He's the perfect metaphor for those things. He's someone who looks human and sounds human, but is… — Anne Rice Human Copy Share Image
“The big problem is not How to explain the existence of evil in this world. It's How to explain the existence of… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“I’d loved the satin lining of the box. I’d loved the shape, and the twilight act of rising from the dead. But… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
The vampires have always been metaphors for me. They've always been vehicles through which I can express things I have felt very,… — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“because in a way, everything a man does is part of the moral fabric of who he is, and what he is.” — Anne Rice Copy Share Image
“He bent close to me, and suddenly kissed me, in a manner that seemed entirely childlike and also a bit European.” — Anne Rice Childlike Copy Share Image
That process by which you become a writer is a pretty lonely one. We don't have a group apprenticeship like a violinist… — Anne Rice Apprenticeship Copy Share Image
“Speak to me of the dark gifts. I use them. I'm gentleman death in silk and lace, come to put out the… — Anne Rice Candle Copy Share Image
Curses of vanished elders echoed down on me; too pretty, too soft, too pale, eyes far too full of the Devil, ah,… — Anne Rice Curse Copy Share Image
Making a film, I've learned, can be an exhausting process, due to the need for backing, distribution, etc. — Anne Rice Cinema Copy Share Image
“There would be no twilight, I realized that. Ah, very sad indeed. But as a vampire I often beheld the twilight. So… — Anne Rice Twilight Copy Share Image
