Quotes by Anne Rice

I realized aloud in the midst of saying it that even when we die we probably dont find out the answer as to why we were ever alive. Even the avowed atheist probably thinks that in death hell get some answer. I mean God will be there, or there wont be anything at all.But thats just it, I said, we dont make any discovery at that moment! We merely stop! We pass into nonexistence without ever knowing a thing. I saw the universe, a vision of the sun, the planets, the stars, black night going on forever. And I began to laugh.Do you realize that! Well never know why the hell any of it happened, not even when its over! I shouted at Nicolas, who was sitting back on the bed, nodding and drinking his wine out of a flagon. Were going to die and not even know. Well never know, and all this meaninglessness will just go on and on and on. And we wont any longer be witness to it. We wont have even that little bit of power to give meaning to it in our minds. Well just be gone, dead, dead, dead, without ever knowing!

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

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

I dont think you can hold in your mind the full conception of what the world is.

Malady of mortality

Were frightened of what makes us different.

The truth is laughter always sounds more perfect than weeping. Laughter flows in a violent riff and is effortlessly melodic. Weeping is often fought choked half strangled or surrendered to with humiliation.

It was as if I had only just been able to see colours and shapes for the first time. I was so enthralled with the buttons on Lestats black coat that I looked at nothing else for a long time.

Paris was a universe whole and entire unto herself, hollowed and fashioned by history; so she seemed in this age of Napoleon III with her towering buildings, her massive cathedrals, her grand boulevards and ancient winding medieval streets--as vast and indestructible as nature itself. All was embraced by her, by her volatile and enchanted populace thronging the galleries, the theaters, the cafes, giving birth over and over to genius and sanctity, philosophy and war, frivolity and the finest art; so it seemed that if all the world outside her were to sink into darkness, what was fine, what was beautiful, what was essential might there still come to its finest flower. Even the majestic trees that graced and sheltered her streets were attuned to her--and the waters of the Seine, contained and beautiful as they wound through her heart; so that the earth on that spot, so shaped by blood and consciousness, had ceased to be the earth and had become Paris.

I claim Dickens as a mentor. Hes my teacher. Hes one of my driving forces.

People who cease to believe in God or goodness altogether still believe in the devil. I dont know why. No, I do indeed know why. Evil is always possible. And goodness is eternally difficult.

I want to love all the children of God - Christian, Jew, Moslem, Hindu, Buddhist - everyone. I want to love gay Christians and straight Christians.

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.

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

Writers, as they gain success, feel like outsiders because writers dont come together in real groups.

Stephen King in many respects is a wonderful writer. He has made a contribution. People in the future will be able to pick up Stephen Kings books and learn a lot about who we were by reading those books.

“I congratulate myself on not having arrived into the world until the present time. This age suits my taste.”

“I never lie, I said offhand. At least not to those I dont love.”

“Truth is a risky proposition. Its the nature of mediocre human beings to believe that lies are necessary, that they serve a purpose, that truth is subversive, that candor is dangerous, that the very scaffold of communal life is supported by lies.”

“It was as if when I looked into his eyes I was standing alone on the edge of the world...on a windswept ocean beach. There was nothing but the soft roar of the waves.”