Anne Rice Quotes

“Oh Lestat, you deserved everything that’s ever happened to you. You better not die. You might actually go to hell.”

“As for oblivion, well, we can wait a little while for that.”

“Hell’s Bells ringing, my secret music...”

“I didn’t want to be in hell, even for a moment. I sure as hell wasn’t going there just to spit in the face of the Prince of Darkness, whoever he might be!”

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

“Do devils love each other? Do they walk arm in arm in hell saying, “Ah, you are my friend, how I love you,” things like that to each other?...it was a matter of a concept of evil, wasn’t it?”

“All creatures in hell are supposed to hate one another, as all the saved hate the damned, without reservation.”

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

“You sense my loneliness, (...) my bitterness at being shut out of life. My bitterness that I’m evil, that I don’t deserve to be loved and yet I need love hungrily. My horror that I can never reveal myself to mortals.”

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

“We breathe the light, we breathe the music, we breathe the moment as it passes through us.”

“I stumble through a carnival of horrors”

″[Beauty] was as dangerous and lawless as the earth had been eons before man had one single coherent thought in his head or wrote codes of conduct on tablets of clay. Beauty was a Savage Garden.”

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

“No one is safe from nature’s savagery, not even the innocent. Only beauty is consistent.

“Strong women are absolutely unpredictable.”

“In spite of all the refinements of civilization that conspired to make art--the dizzying perfection of the string quartet or the sprawling grandeur of Fragonard’s canvases--beauty was savage.”

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

“Who cares? Kingdoms rise and fall. Just don’t burn the paintings in the Louvre, that’s all.”

“A singer can shatter glass with the proper high note,” he said, “but the simplest way to break glass is simply to drop it on the floor.”

“I can’t help being a gorgeous friend. It’s just the card I drew.”

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

“Come on, say it again. I’m a perfect devil. Tell me how bad I am. It makes me feel so good!”

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

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

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

“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.”

“It was haunted; but real hauntings have nothing to do with ghosts finally; they have to do with the menace of memory.”

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

“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.”