Anne Rice quotes and sayings
October 4, 1941
Pride is the parent of destruction; pride eats the mind and the heart and the soul alive.
Yet I saw crypts when I looked at him, and I heard the beat of kettledrums. I saw torchlit fields where I had never been, heard vague incantations, felt the heat of raging fires on my face. And they didn't come out of him, these visions. Rather I drew them out on my own. Yet I never had Nicolas, mortal or immortal, been so alluring. Never had Gabrielle held me so in thrall. Dear God, this is love. This is desire. And all my past amours have been but the shadow of this." Lestat de Lioncourt.
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.
The music as always had a dark sweet luster, but it was more than ever like an endless beginning-a theme ever building to a climax which would never come.
Invest in a feather duster - the possibilities are endless.
Oh, but when love is reached through suffering, it has a power it can never gain through innocence.
For me, places have a tremendous impact. I fall in love with places. All of life seems different in different places.
But the sky was never quite the same shade of blue again.
There was no point in waiting until the next world. You had to do everything now, every kind of sin.
Don't let the old story repeat itself now. Arm yourself with all that's happened.
Drink from me and live forever. Lestat de Lioncourt.
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.
From my stone pillow I have dreamed dreams of the mortal world above. I have heard its voices, its new music, as lullabies as I lie in my grave. I have envisioned its fantastical discoveries. I have known its courage in the timeless sanctum of my thoughts. And though it shuts me out with its dazzling forms, I long for one with the strength to roam it fearlessly, to ride the Devil's Road through its heart.
I love the world the Lord has created; I love the mountains, the rivers, the valleys, the skies. I love the forests, the fields, the flowers. I love the mysteries of evolution and dna and the big bang. I want to know the majesties of the Lord's Creation. I cannot close my eyes to all this. I cannot turn away from science and scientific exploration.
I'm usually working on my own mythology, my own realm of created characters. Stories in mythology inspire me, though I may not be conscious of it.
That morning I was not yet a vampire, and I saw my last sunrise. I remember it completely, and yet I can't recall any sunrise before it. I watched the whole magnificence of the dawn for the last time as if it were the first. And then I said farewell to sunlight, and set out to become what I became.
The fact that I loved you was the greatest lie I have ever lived.
It's so easy to wish for death when nothing's wrong with you! It's so easy to fall in love with death, and I've been all my life, and seen it's most faithful worshippers crumble in the end, screaming just to live, as if all the dark veils and the lillies and the smell of candles, and grandiose promises of the grave meant nothing. I knew that. But I always wished I was dead. It was a way to go on living.
Whatever will happen will happen, but choose your companions with care. Choose them because you like to look at them and you like the sound of their voices, and they have profound secrets in them that you wish to know. In other words, choose them because you love them. Otherwise you will not be able to bear their company for very long.
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.
The evil of one murder is infinite, and my guilt is like my beauty - eternal. I cannot be forgiven, for there is no one to forgive me for all I've done.
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.
Dear God, help me. Do not forget me on this tiny cinder lost in a galaxy that is losta heart no bigger than a speck of dust beating, beating against death, against meaninglessness, against guilt, against sorrow.
What if the drive to survive was a form of faith, a form of prayer?
You see,' Armand said, 'killing other vampires is very exciting; that is why it is forbidden under penalty of death.
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.
The earth here is beautiful. And it still belongs to the dead.
This suffering, this unspeakable capacity to bleed and to know pain and to know annihilation, is what has to be overcome in this world if anyone is to reach God.
And this lesson about mortal peace of mind I never forgot. Even if a ghost is ripping a house to pieces, throwing in pans all over, pouring water of pillows, making clocks chime at all hours, mortal will accept almost any "natural explanation" offered, no matter how absurd, rather than the obvious supernatural one, for what is going on.
Artists are meant to be madmen, to disturb and shock us.
God, why didn't you make us all dogs?
Garden of Pain, I need you. What were the songs of beasts to the cries of sentient souls?
The most difficult novel I have had to write in terms of just getting it done was The Vampire Lestat. It took a year to write.
The atheism and nihilism of my earlier years now seems shallow, and even a bit cocky.
The world changes, we do not, therein lies the irony that kills us.
I can't keep up with Stephen King's output.
We're frightened of what makes us different.
A perfectly evil Devil makes even less sense than a perfect God.
I see... Said the vampire thoughtfully, and slowly he walked across the room towards the window.
I am deeply discouraged by Catholic Bishops who say Catholics cannot support same sex marriage in our secular culture.
There are so many books I mean to read, and things I mean to see.
As if it were our very birthright, which we could not come to grasp the meaning of until this time of middle life when we looked on only as many years ahead as already lay behind us.
Perhaps this is the only real evil left.
I was influenced by the medieval theological beliefs when I presented Satan in Jesus' dream as unable to figure out who or what Jesus is, and unable to see the future.
A starving child is a frightful sight. A starving vampire, even worse.
Life is a tragedy, one way or another. What is certain is that you die.
Don't you see? I'm not the spirit of any age. I'm at odds with everything and always have been! I have never belonged anywhere with anyone at any time!
For always in her there was a dark place full of despair and a great dividing force to make meaning because there was none.
So until we meet again, I am thinking of you always; I love you; I wish you were here... in my arms.
I never knew what life was until it ran out in a red gush over any lips, my hands!
There are too many other inexplicable things around us--horrors, threats, mysteries that draw you in and then inevitably disenchant you. Back to the predictable and humdrum. The prince is never going to come, everybody knows that; and maybe Sleeping Beauty's dead.
I WANT to be a saint. I want to save souls by the millions. I want to do good far and wide. I want to fight evil! I want my life-sized statue in every church. I'm talking six feet tall, blond hair, blue eyes-.Wait a second.Do you know who I am?
I saw finally the futility of all these gestures, that witchcraft is but a matter of focus-that one cann apply one's fierce and immeasurable energies to an act of choice.
What I have always wanted more than revenge is to bring the other person to recognition of the pain they caused, so they essentially say, "I will never do that again.".
And I realized that I'd tolerated him this long because of self-doubt.
What is fear after all? It is indecision. You seek some way to resist, escape. There is none.
Memnoch the Devil happen to be my favorite of all The Vampire Chronicles.
Because," she said, "that is what men would call it. They invented Satan, didn't they? Satanic is merely the name they give to the behavior of those who would disrupt the orderly way in which men want to live.
Whipping is fifty percent show and noise.
In these last few days, we were close because we were both mortal men. We saw the same sun and the same twilight, we felt the same pull of the earth beneath our feet. We drank together and broke bread together. We might have made love together, if you had only allowed such a thing. But that's all changed. You have your youth, yes, and all the dizzying wonder that accompanies the miracle. But I still see death when I look at you. I know now I cannot be your companion, and you cannot be mine.
You are alone when something like this happens. Doesn't matter how many people love you and want to help you. You are alone. When Marchent died, she was alone.
He had never expected death to be this quiet, this secretive, this easy.
I enjoy the Web site a lot and I like being able to talk to my readers. I've always had a very close relationship with them.
So we reach into the raging chaos, and we cling to it, and we tell ourselves it has meaning, and that the world is good, and we are not evil, and we will all go home in the end.
People who cease to believe in God or goodness altogether still believe in the devil. I don't know why. No, I do indeed know why. Evil is always possible. And goodness is eternally difficult.
I was particularly stunned by the casting of Tom Cruise, who is no more my Vampire Lestat than Edward G. Robinson is Rhett Butler.
Yes. To write a novel is to risk my sanity. The deeper I get into the suffering and conflict of the characters, into the very situations and thoughts and feelings that make the novel worthwhile, the worse I feel, and the more likely I am to be severely depressed when the book is finished. There is no avoiding this: it is the result of attempting to tell all you know, to reach for the stars, to write what matters.
what was the good of being a movie werewolf? You howled at the moon; you couldn't remember what you did, and then somebody shot you.
"You're a perfect devil, Lestat!" he was saying. "That's what you are! You are the devil himself!".
Making a film, I've learned, can be an exhausting process, due to the need for backing, distribution, etc.
Everyone is a potential naked slave to you once you become a trainer.
I don't believe in anything, Mother," I said. "You told Armand long ago that you believe you'll find answers in the great jungles and forests; that the stars will finally reveal a vast truth. But I don't believe in anything. And that makes me stronger than you think.
Writers, as they gain success, feel like outsiders because writers don't come together in real groups.
-You are on the verge of being truly mad. -No, not at all. Look at me. I can tie my shoelaces. See?
Who has a right to tell me I have no gift, no talent, no passion ...' he murmured. 'Why do people say those things to you when youre young? Doesn't seem fair, does it?' 'No, darling, it's not fair,'she said. 'But the mystery is why you listen.
Oh Lestat, you deserved everything that's ever happened to you. You better not die. You might actually go to hell.
It's not so," I said. "And how long do you think it will sustain you, feeling and seeing and touching and tasting, if there is no love? No one with you?
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.
A story of remarkable simplicity and charm. A young swimmer invites us into sea off the coast of California where through her eyes we see an entire realm of creatures we have never known so intimately before. Truly for people of all ages, Lynne Cox's adventure with the baby whale, Grayson, becomes a parable and an experience, thanks not only to the author's great and generous spirit, but through her immense gift for describing nature.
Don't you see? It is a new age. It requires a new evil. And I am that new evil.
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.
It's an awful truth that suffering can deepen us, give a greater lustre to our colors, a richer resonance to our words. That is, if it doesn't destroy us, if it doesn't burn away the optimism and the spirit, the capacity for visions, and the respect for simple yet indispensable things.
Get thee behind me, tragedy.
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 very dangerous enemy indeed.
I was the vampire Lestat again. I was back in action. New Orleans was once again my hunting ground.
One will hate you for taking his life, another will run to excesses that you scorn. A third will emerge mad and raving, another a monster you cannot control. One will be jealous of your superiority, another shut you out... And the veil will always come down between you Make a legion, you will be, always and forever alone!
J. R. R. Tolkien
Honore de Balzac
Miguel de Cervantes
Joyce Carol Oates
Julie Anne Peters
Roy Jones Jr.
Robert W. Service
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