Anne Rice Quotes
Top 100 wise famous quotes and sayings by Anne Rice
Anne Rice Famous Quotes & Sayings
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What women hate is when you turn cold to them. If you treat them like queens, they'll let you have a concubine or two outside the palace.
My conscience is killing me, isn't it? And when you're immortal that can be a really long and ignominious death
Roman influence seeds itself, sprouting mighty oaks right through the modern forest of computers, digital disks, microviruses and space satellites.
I'll tell you, but you'll never understand. You're on the wrong side of the dark glass. Only the dead know how terrible it is to be alive.
I dream the dreams of the young,' he said. 'And they are always dreams of being older, and richer, and wiser, and stronger, don't you think?
You do have a story inside you; it lies articulate and waiting to be written - behind your silence and your suffering.
I saw these men and knew what they wanted, that this was vice, and despicable, and the price of it was Hell.
But joy, the joy you've known, the love you've known, that is what matters, and we, the conscious ones, the ones who can grieve, only we can know joy.
And she and I, we will take that guilt to our graves of whatever we did and didn't do, or had to do, or failed to do
But what I felt was inexpressible gratitude for the music, that in this horror there could be something as beautiful as that.
You have a tale to tell, you are ancient, and deeply broken. I feel love for you and cherish that it is what it is and nothing more.
Writers, as they gain success, feel like outsiders because writers don't come together in real groups.
Remember, Rose, whatever you've suffered, no matter how bad it's been, you can use that, use that to be a stronger person.
There would be no twilight, I realized that. Ah, very sad indeed. But as a vampire I often beheld the twilight. So why should I complain?
We have the future now," she whispered. "Does it matter that we've wasted so many opportunities to meet in the past?
Dear Reader, he switched human bodies before I made him a vampire, worry no more. It has nothing to do with this story.
To learn and to love, that is what we are here for, any activity which is not grounded in one of these two is a waste of time.
Sadness, it was such an arresting emotion. You could almost convince yourself of the rhyme and reason of heartbreak.
Delicious it was, the hatred between us, or so I thought. Such unfamiliar excitement, to have him there to ridicule and despise.
Actors and actresses make magic,' I said. 'They make things happen on the stage; they invent; they create.
The vampires have always been metaphors for me. They've always been vehicles through which I can express things I have felt very, very deeply.
Sometimes fear is a warning. It's like someone putting a hand on your shoulder and saying Go No Farther.
Aren't there gradations of evil? Is evil a great perilous gulf into which one falls with the first sin, plummeting to the depth?
So until we meet again, I am thinking of you always; I love you; I wish you were here ... in my arms.
Every spellbinder has a signature," I said. "Once I learn to recognize that signature, I become immune. They can't make it happen to me after that." I
Most strange and wondrous, I thought, that the power of the mind was greater than the power of the hands.
And I loved this moment for all it's pain ... We seemed for a moment like two parts of the same thing.
My life's been too much of a self-created vocation. And there are times when I think I've done everything in the name of defiance.
I feel the darkness near me; I feel the light shining. And more keenly I feel the contrast between the two.
You see,' [Armand] said, 'killing other vampires is very exciting; that is why it is forbidden under penalty of death.
You play with your toys and your money and all your fine things, and you forget. You forget and that's why you're happy.
I didn't tell her what it had been like, those few days. But I think she knew. Something magical had been lost utterly.
Stella seems the most carefree, the most flamboyant, the most daring, and the only Mayfair Witch ever bent entirely upon having fun.
I watched him rise from the coffin, with slow, elegant gestures; our gestures, for we are the only beings who routinely rise from coffins.
memory is desperate to leave us. Memory knows that we cannot endure its company. Memory would reduce us to fools.
Maybe I'll obey the rules. Some of them, anyway, who knows? What are you going to do if I don't, by the way, and haven't I asked you this before?
First-person narrators is the way I know how to write a book with the greatest power and chance of artistic success.