Quotes by Anne Rice

We live in a world full of accidents finally in which on aesthetic principles have a consistency of which we can be sure. Right and wrong we will struggle with forever striving to create and maintain an ethical balance. Right and wrong we will struggle with forever, striving to create and maintain an ethical balance; but the shimmer of summer rain under the street lamps or the great flashing glare of artillery against a night sky – such brutal beauty is beyond dispute.

Lestat and Louie feel sorry for vampires that sparkle in the sun. They would never hurt immortals who choose to spend eternity going to high school over and over again in a small town ---- anymore than they would hurt the physically disabled or the mentally challenged. My vampires possess gravitas. They can afford to be merciful.

As I looked down at him, as I saw his yellow hair pressed against my coat, I had a vision of him from long ago, that tall, stately gentleman in the swirling black cape, with his head thrown back, his rich, flawless voice singing the lilting air of the opera from which wed only just come, his walking stick tapping the cobblestones in time with the music, his large, sparkling eye catching the young woman who stood by, enrapt, so that a smile spread over his face as the song died on his lips; and for one moment, that one moment when his eye met hers, all evil seemed obliterated in that flush of pleasure, that passion for merely being alive.

You let me handle Marius, I said. Now, you didnt come without you dagger.No, I did not, he said, lifting his cloak to reveal it, And with your permission I would like to plunge it through my heart now so I will most assuredly stone-cold dead before the Master of this house arrives home to find you runnning rampant in his garden!Permission denied.

We are the things that others fear, I said. Remember that.

I watched him rise from the coffin, with slow, elegant gestures; our gestures, for we are the only beings who routinely rise from coffins.

After all, these were blood drinkers, beings who spoke gently, liked poetry, and yet killed mortals all the time.

Alas, my being the James Bond of vampires isnt the whole issue. Vanity must wait.

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.

The sky was growing dangerously light when I left Lestat and made my way to the secret place, below an abandoned building where I kept the iron coffin in which I lie.This is no unusual configuration among our kind-the sad old building, my title to it, or the cellar room cut off from the world above by iron doors no mortal could independently seek to lift.

In his refusal to believe in anything supernatural or inherently evil, he was as unrealistic as an old voodoo queen who sees spirits everywhere.

Lestat: Toughen up baby. Im looking for the eternal scum.

Lestat: Youre very anxious to be out of these rooms, arent you? Why dont we simply get into bed together? I dont understand.David: Youre serious?Lestat: Of courseDavid: You do realize, that this is an absolutely magnificent body, dont you? I mean you arent insensible to the fact that youve been deposited in a...a most impressive piece of young male flesh.Lestat: I looked it over well before the switch, remember? Why is it you dont want to..David: Youve been with a woman, havent you?Lestat: I wish you hadnt read my mind. Its rude. Besides, what does that matter to you?David: A woman you loved.Lestat: I have always loved both men and women.David: Thats a slightly different use of the word love.

I touched the small sacred images. I shook my head and bit my lip, as if to say, How awful that he should have stolen these! But I also found it very funny. And further proof that God had no power over me.

Lestat: I despise you! I ought to destroy you-finish what I started when I made you. Turn you into ashes and sift them through my hands. You know that I could do it! Like that! Like the snap of mortal fingers, I could do it. Burn you as I burnt your little house. And nothing could save you, nothing at all.

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

Information age. I guess Im part of it, even if I cant remember how to use my iPhone from week to week, and have to learn how to send e-mails all over again every couple of years, and cant retain any profound technological knowledge about the computers I sometimes use.

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

God is a creative force, Lestat. And so are we. He told Adam, Increase and multiply. Thats what the first organic cells did, Lestat, increased and multiplied. Not merely changed shape but replicated themselves. God is a creative force. He made the whole universe out of Himself through cell division. Thats why the devils are so full of envy-the bad angels, I mean. They are [i]not[/i] creative creatures; they have no bodies, no cells, theyre spirit. And I suspect it wasnt envy so much as a form of suspicion-that God was making a mistake in making another engine of creativity in Adam, so like Himself. I mean the angels probably felt the physical universe was bad enough, with all the replicating cells, but thinking, talking beings who could increase and multiply? They were probably outraged by the whole experiment. That was their sin.So youre saying God isnt pure spirit.Thats right. God has a body. Always did. The secret of cell-dividing life lies within God. And all living cells have a tiny part of Gods spirit in them, Lestat, thats the missing piece as to what makes life happen in the first place, what separates it from nonlife. Its exactly like your vampiric genesis. You told us that the spirit of Amel-the evil entity-infused the bodies of all the vampires...Well, men share in the spirit of God in the same way.

Then, are you master of us all? You didnt teach her that. Was she supposed to imbibe it from my quiet subservience?