Quotes by Anne Rice

Não importava que Deus no céu fosse católico, protestante ou hindu. O que importava era uma coisa mais profunda, mais antiga e mais forte do que qualquer imagem dessas: um conceito do bem baseado na afirmação da vida, na repulsa à destruição, à perversidade, ao uso e abuso do homem pelo homem. Era a afirmação do humano e do natural.

The Maker offers us creation itself as proof of his greatness.

Would that death were like this. Would that one would sleep and sleep and sleep forever.

And books, they offer one hope -- that a whole universe might open up from between the covers, and falling into that universe, one is saved.

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

Merciful death. How you love your precious guilt

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 cant live without her.

I was just walking around saying “We’re all gonna die!” I never got over it. I went to class, I did what I had to do, but I was a gibbering idiot. It never went away. I never again felt the same way about life and death.

Go where the pain is, go where the pleasure is.

First-person narrators is the way I know how to write a book with the greatest power and chance of artistic success.

The atheism and nihilism of my earlier years now seems shallow, and even a bit cocky.

Maybe a new religion will rise now. Maybe without it, man will crumble in cynicism and selfishness because he really needs his gods.

As the Roman Empire came to its close, all the old gods of the pagan world were seen as demons by the Christians who rose. It was useless to tell them as the centuries passed that their Christ was but another God of the Wood, dying and rising, as Dionysus or Osiris had done before him, and that the Virgin Mary was in fact the Good Mother again enshrined. Theirs was a new age of belief and conviction, and in it we became devils, detached from what they believed, as old knowledge was forgotten or misunderstood.

We all suffer under a curse, the curse that we know more than we can endure, and there is nothing, absolutely nothing we can do about the force and the lure of this knowledge.

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 -- justifications, confirmations, forms of consolation without which they cant go on. To really ask is to open the door to the whirlwind. The answer may annihilate the question and the questioner.

Knowledge drifts in and out of my mind, said Lestat with a little look of honest distress and a shake of his head. I devour it and then I lose it and sometimes I cant reach for any knowledge that I ought to possess. I feel desolate, but then knowledge returns or I seek it out in a knew source.(...)But you love books, then, Aunt Queen was saying. I had to listen.Oh, yes, Lestat said. Sometimes theyre the only thing that keeps me alive.What a thing to say at your age, she laughed.No, but one can feel desperate at any age, dont you think? The young are eternally desperate, he said frankly. And books, they offer one hope - that a whole universe might open up from between the covers, and falling into that universe, one is saved.

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

...what was the good of being a movie werewolf? You howled at the moon; you couldnt remember what you did, and then somebody shot you.

We have such a terrible, terrible misconception of science. We think it involves the definite, the precise, the known; it is a horrid series of gates to an unknown as vast as the universe; which means endless.

But you love books, then,” Aunt Queen was saying. I had to listen.“Oh, yes,” Lestat said. “Sometimes they are the only thing that keeps me alive.”“What a strange thing to say at your age,” she laughed.“No, but one can feel desperate at any age, don’t you think? The young are eternally desperate,” he said frankly. “And books, they offer one hope —- that a whole universe might open up from between the covers, and falling into that new universe, one is saved.