Anne Rice: Cytaty po angielsku

“If I am an angel, paint me with black wings.”

“I love you still, that's the torment of it. Lestat I never loved. But you! The measure of my hatred is that love. They are the same! Do you know now how much I hate you!”

“You do have a story inside you; it lies articulate and waiting to be written — behind your silence and your suffering.”

“In the very depths of Hell, do not demons love one another?”

“It's an awful truth that suffering can deepen us, give a greater lustre to our colours, a richer resonance to our words.”

“There is one purpose to life and one only: to bear witness to and understand as much as possible of the complexity of the world- its beauty, its mysteries, its riddles.”

“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.”

“Dear God, help me. Do not forget me on this tiny cinder lost in a galaxy that is lost–a heart no bigger than a speck of dust beating, beating against death, against meaninglessness, against guilt, against sorrow.”

“as they die, the ones we love, we lose our witnesses, our watchers, those who know and understand the tiny little meaningless patterns, those words drawn in water with a stick. And there is nothing left but the endless flow.”

“But reason was only a created thing, imposed with faith upon the world, and the stars promise nothing to no one.”

“None of us really changes over time. We only become more fully what we are.”

“The prince is never going to come. Everyone knows that; and maybe sleeping beauty's dead.”

“Give me a man or woman who has read a thousand books and you give me an interesting companion. Give me a man or woman who has read perhaps three and you give me a dangerous enemy indeed.”

“The world changes, we do not, therein lies the irony that kills us.”

“To write something you have to risk making a fool of yourself.”

“Consequently, if you believe God made Satan, you must realize that all Satan's power comes from God and so that Satan is simply God's child, and that we are God's children also. There are no children of Satan, really.”

“Tell me how bad I am… it makes me feel so good.”

“Goddamn it, do it yourself. You’re five hundred years old and you can’t use a telephone? Read the directions. What are you, an immortal idiot?”

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