Anne Rice Quotes

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“I know nothing, because I know too much, and understand not nearly enough and never will.”

“Sometimes fear is a warning. It's like someone putting a hand on your shoulder and saying Go No Farther.”

“Revenge is the concern of those who are at some point or other beaten. I am not beaten, I told myself. No, not beaten. And victory is far more interesting to contemplate than revenge.”

“Heaven would be Hell in no time if every cruel, selfish, vicious soul went to Heaven.”

“Let the flesh instruct the mind.”

“I wish you'd fall in love with me," she said.
"Why?"
"Because you're really someone worth falling in love with. And if we were in love, I wouldn't be drifting. I wouldn't be nobody. At least not while I was with you.”

“I lived like a man who wanted to die but who had no courage to do it himself.”

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

“when we are weary, we speak lovingly of dreams as if they embodied our true deisres-What we WOULD have when that which we DO have so sorely disappoints us”

“Do you know what I think about crying? I think some people have to learn to do it. But once you learn, once you know how to really cry, there's nothing quite like it. I feel sorry for those who don't know the trick. It's like whistling or singing.”

“You see that old woman? That will never happen to you. You will never grow old, and you will never die.
And it means something else too, doesn't it? I shall never ever grow up.”

“A starving child is a frightful sight. A starving vampire, even worse.”

“Words. Borne on the ever swelling current of hatred, like flowers opening in the current, petals peeling back, then falling apart.”

“I assume I don't need an introduction.”

“I am an unwilling devil. I cry like some vagrant child. I want to go home.”

“The earth here is beautiful. And it still belongs to the dead.”

“The human heart is my school.”

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

“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.”

“So until we meet again, I am thinking of you always; I love you; I wish you were here… in my arms.”

“It was as if this night were only one of thousands of nights, world without end, night curving into night to make a great arching line of which I couldn’t see the end, a night in which I roamed alone under cold, mindless stars.”

“Should we put out the light? And then put out the light. But once put out thy light, I cannot give it vital breath again. It needs must wither.”

“Why does shame and self-loathing become cruelty to the innocent?”

“Hell's Bells ringing, my secret music…”

“I allowed myself to forget how totally I had fallen in love with Lestat's iridescent eyes, that I'd sold my soul for a many-colored and luminescent thing, thinking that a highly reflective surface conveyed the power to walk on water.”

“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.”

“I feel like an outsider, and I always will feel like one. I've always felt that I wasn't a member of any particular group.”

“No one is safe from nature's savagery, not even the innocent. Only beauty is consistent.
Gabrielle envisions a time when the Savage Garden will overtake civilizations and destroy it.”

“What is fear after all? It is indecision. You seek some way to resist, escape. There is none.”

“Time can tick when there is no clock.”

“Claudia, you've been a very very naughty little girl.”

“Ah, come now. I look like an angel, but I'm not. The old rules of nature encompass many creatures like me. We're beautiful like the diamond-backed snake, or the striped tiger, yet we're merciless killers”

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

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

“For several long moments we remained locked together, and I think I covered her hair with small sacred kisses, her perfume crucifying me with memories.”

“Sweet to think on it, that when we are last weary of all this world there is the rising sun”

“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.”

“Yes, I know," "And I love to hear you say it, Louis. I need to hear you say it. I don't think anyone will ever say it quite like you do. Come on, say it again. I'm a perfect devil. Tell me how bad I am. It makes me feel so good!”

“You're a perfect devil, Lestat!" "That's what you are! You are the devil himself!”

“‎There's no way to cheat a sensualist like me, somebody who can die laughing for hours over the pattern of the carpet in a hotel lobby.”

“How can so much beauty hide such a bruised and steely heart, and why must I love him, why must I lean in my weariness upon his irresistible yet indomitable strength? Is he not the wizend funeral spirit of a dead man in a child's clothes?”

“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.”

“Truth is a risky proposition. It's the nature of mediocre human beings to believe that lies are necessary, that they serve a purpose, that truth is subversive, that candor is dangerous, that the very scaffold of communal life is supported by lies.”

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

“The spirit who inhabits her animates us all. Destroy the host, you destroy the power. The young die first; the old wither slowly; the eldest perhaps would go last. But she is the Queen of the Damned, and the Damned can't live without her.”

“I had wanted to say that my song was far too painful to sing.”

“My last sunrise. That morning, I was not yet a vampire. And I saw my last sunrise. I remember it completely; yet I do not think I remember any other sunrise before it.”

“I loved words. I love to sing them and speak them and even now, I must admit, I have fallen into the joy of writing them.”

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