Anne Rice Quotes

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

Don't be a fool for the Devil, darling.

Claudia... you've been a very very naughty little girl.

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

I am the Vampire Lestat. I'm immortal more or less. The light of the sun, the sustained heat of an intense fire-these things might destroy me. But then again, they might not.

Nothing in all the world is so nonsensical and contradictory, save mortals, that is, who live in the grip of the superstitions of the past.

One moment the world is as it is. The next, it is something entirely different. Something it has never been before.

-You are on the verge of being truly mad. -No, not at all. Look at me. I can tie my shoelaces. See?

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

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.

When you think night and day and every moment only of pleasing me, things will be very easy for you.

Evil is just a point of view

Strong women are absolutely unpredictable.

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

I left Christianity because I wanted to be a moral person. That is why I left. I no longer believed in its lies.

But the sky was never quite the same shade of blue again.

Do you know what it means to be loved by Death?... Do you know what it means to have Death know your name?

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

Roman influence seeds itself, sprouting mighty oaks right through the modern forest of computers, digital disks, microviruses and space satellites.

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.

And I realized that I’d tolerated him this long because of self-doubt.

I was obsessed with religious questions, the basics: Why are we here? Why is the world so beautiful?

Cities have distinct personalities. It's a matter of knowing it.

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.

Very few beings really seek knowledge in this world. Mortal or immortal, few really ASK. On the contrary, they try to wring from the unknown the answers they have already shaped in their own minds.

The human heart is my school.

To really ask is to open the door to the whirlwind. The answer may annihilate the question and the questioner.

The whole theme of Interview with the Vampire was Louis's quest for meaning in a godless world. He searched to find the oldest existing immortal simply to ask, What is the meaning of what we are?

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

That was my nature - going from temptation after temptation, not to sin, but to be redeemed.

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 love New Orleans physically. I love the trees and the balmy air and the beautiful days. I have a beautiful house here.

For me, places have a tremendous impact. I fall in love with places. All of life seems different in different places.

I stumble through a carnival of horrors

I read The Old Curiosity Shop before I began Blackwood Farm. I was amazed at the utter madness in that book.

The highest truths a person could discover were rooted in the natural world.

When you make his sandwiches, put a sexy or loving note in his lunch box.

I'm Gentleman Death in silk and lace, come to put out the candles. The canker in the heart of the rose.

I don't believe in anything and that makes me stronger than you think

All the mortal world is a lethal enemy during those hours between dawn and dusk.

The only power that exists is inside ourselves.

My own funeral, I'd like to be laid out in a coffin in my own house. I would like my coffin to be put in the double parlor, and I would like all the flowers to be white.

The thing should have plot and character, beginning, middle and end. Arouse pity and then have a catharsis. Those were the best principles I was ever taught.

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

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 like to read things I've read before. It's like listening over and over to your favorite song.

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.

Invest in a feather duster - the possibilities are endless.

No matter how rudely someone treats you, remain kind. Walking away at peace with yourself is worth it.

Let the flesh instruct the mind.