Anne Rice Quotes

As if the night had said to me, ‘You are the night and the night alone understands you and enfolds you in its arms’ One with the shadows. Without nightmare. An inexplicable peace.

It seems an insult to the night to speak of purpose and intent, when this common moment is so brimming full of blessed design tranquility. All things follow their course.

How pathetic it is to describe these things which can't truly be described.

And he would listen, making only a few comments, always sympathetic, so that when I left him I had the distinct impression he had solved everything for me.

A perfectly evil Devil makes even less sense than a perfect God.

I would die rather than live without you. I would die the same way he died. I can't bear you to look at me the way you did. I cannot bear it if you do not love me!" -Claudia.

Lestat: Toughen up baby. I'm looking for the eternal scum.

Then, are you master of us all? You didn't teach her that. Was she supposed to imbibe it from my quiet subservience?

Life is a tragedy, one way or another. What is certain is that you die.

The greatest create of power you have on earth, whether you are an angel, a spirit, a man or woman or child is to help others.

Keep your secrets Keep your silence It is a better gift than truth

Sleep is your friend. Dreams are your unwelcome guests.

Every moment must be first known and then savored.

I think to feel this happy is to be miserable, to feel this much satisfaction is to burn.

What if I could give you your life back; pluck out the pain; and give you a world of unimaginable beauty that would be for all time.

My greatest sin has always been that I have a wonderful time being myself

You were the vampire in my dream. My perfect one.

Because I show you my pain, I do not of necessity love you.

For always in her there was a dark place full of despair and a great dividing force to make meaning because there was none.

You are someone worth loving

I don't like myself you know. I love myself. I'm devoted to myself till my dying day. But I don't like myself.

His Back was turned to the end of the world and the end of the world was quiet.

The atheism and nihilism of my earlier years now seems shallow, and even a bit cocky.

And I loved this moment for all it's pain...We seemed for a moment like two parts of the same thing.

Don't let the old story repeat itself now. Arm yourself with all that's happened.

An evil for these times destined to move through the world in handsome human guise.

My conscience is killing me, isn't it? And when you're immortal that can be a really long and ignominious death

We have to become saints. We have to become like Christ. Anything less is simply not enough.

You look good to me, you damnable little devil, good to embrace and good to love.

I’d thought I knew what beauty was in women; but she’d surpassed all the language I had for it.

Do we have to confess our loves to everyone?" asked Thorne softly. "Can we not keep some secrets?

Amazing what the British do with language; the nuances of politeness. The world's great diplomats, surely.

I never lie," I said offhand. "At least not to those I don't love.

Like all strong people, she suffered always a measure of loneliness; she was a marginal outsider, a secret infidel of a certain sort.

You can look at the New York Times Bestseller List and you can be pretty sure that the writers on that list don't know each other very well.

God, why didn't you make us all dogs?

an intoxication with forbidden knowledge in which the natural things become unimportant.

It was over now, and the meaningless world was tolerable and need not be explained. And never would it be, and how foolish I had ever been to think so.

You see,' [Armand] said, 'killing other vampires is very exciting; that is why it is forbidden under penalty of death.

I can't get very far away from Christianity, I can't get very far away from the angels and the saints. I work them in always, in some way.

I can't keep up with Stephen King's output.

I do want to go another way - to write something completely different.

Something in me was responding now as the audience responded, not in fear, but in some human way, to the magic of that fragile painted set, the mystery of the lighted world there.

I assume I don't need an introduction.

I broke with my religion in college.

We shall live even in this state of living death, we shall love, we shall feel, we shall defy all who would judge and destroy us.

In the chapel you prayed to be a saint and now I will make you a god.

How shameful. How predictable! How insipid. And how sweet.

I grabbed her ankle and kissed it, and when I looked up I saw her chin and her eyelashes as she threw back her head and laughed.

Suppose death had a heart to love and to release you, to whom would he turn this passion, would you chose a person from the crowd there. A person to suffer as you suffer.