Come on, say it again. I'm a perfect devil. Tell me how bad I am. It makes me feel so good!— Anne Rice
The most unpopular Anne Rice quotes that will activate your inner potential
Claudia... you've been a very very naughty little girl.
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.
I will be the Vampire Lestat for all to see.
A symbol, a freak of nature - something loved, something despised all of those things. I tell you I can't give it up. I can't miss. And quite frankly I am not in the least afraid." - Lestat, The Vampire Lestat, p. 532
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.
-You are on the verge of being truly mad. -No, not at all. Look at me. I can tie my shoelaces. See?
Don't be a fool for the Devil, darling.
If you want to be a writer, write. Write and write and write. If you stop, start again. Save everything that you write. If you feel blocked, write through it until you feel your creative juices flowing again. Write. Writing is what makes a writer, nothing more and nothing less.
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.
We breathe the light, we breathe the music, we breathe the moment as it passes through us.
Everyone is a potential naked slave to you once you become a trainer.
Roman influence seeds itself, sprouting mighty oaks right through the modern forest of computers, digital disks, microviruses and space satellites.
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's an awful truth that suffering can deepen us, give a greater lustre to our colours, a richer resonance to our words.
But the sky was never quite the same shade of blue again.
And I realized that I’d tolerated him this long because of self-doubt.
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.
To really ask is to open the door to the whirlwind.
The answer may annihilate the question and the questioner.
In the name of Christ, I refuse to be anti-gay.
I refuse to be anti-feminist. I refuse to be anti-artificial birth control. I refuse to be anti-Democrat. I refuse to be anti-secular humanism. I refuse to be anti-science. I refuse to be anti-life. In the name of Christ, I quit Christianity and being Christian. Amen.
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.
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.
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.
To write something, you have to risk making a fool of yourself.
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?
To be godless is probably the first step to innocence," he said, "to lose the sense of sin and subordination, the false grief for things supposed to be lost." So by innocence you mean not an absence of experience, but an absence of illusions." An absence of need for illusions," he said. "A love of and respect for what is right before your eyes.
I am an unwilling devil. I cry like some vagrant child. I want to go home.
That morning I was not yet a vampire, and I saw my last sunrise.
I remember it completely, and yet I can't recall any sunrise before it. I watched the whole magnificence of the dawn for the last time as if it were the first. And then I said farewell to sunlight, and set out to become what I became.
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.
For me, places have a tremendous impact.
I fall in love with places. All of life seems different in different places.
I love New Orleans physically. I love the trees and the balmy air and the beautiful days. I have a beautiful house here.
I read The Old Curiosity Shop before I began Blackwood Farm.
I was amazed at the utter madness in that book.
I was in the black silence of a medieval street, and blindly I followed its sharp turns, comforted by the height of its narrow tenements, which seemed at any moment capable of falling together, closing this alleyway under indifferent stars like a seam.
I stumble through a carnival of horrors
The NRA disgraced itself this morning with a self-serving press event in which they demonized the media and the entertainment industry for gun violence in America, and advocated a national data base for all mentally ill persons. They apparently want armed guards in all American schools, and it seems, armed volunteers as well. Shocking.
Evil is always possible. Goodness is a difficulty.
I don't believe in anything and that makes me stronger than you think
No matter how rudely someone treats you, remain kind.
Walking away at peace with yourself is worth it.
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.
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 only power that exists is inside ourselves.
All the mortal world is a lethal enemy during those hours between dawn and dusk.
I'm Gentleman Death in silk and lace, come to put out the candles.
The canker in the heart of the rose.
Invest in a feather duster - the possibilities are endless.
Wasn't it his right to listen to opera, read poetry and adventure novels, go to Europe every couple of months for some reason or another, and drive his Porsche over the speed limit until he found out who he was?
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.
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.
Evil is a point of view ... God kills, and so shall we; indiscriminately ... for no creatures under God are as we are, none so like Him as ourselves. God kills indiscriminately and so shall we. For no creatures under God are as we are none so like him as ourselves.
When you make his sandwiches, put a sexy or loving note in his lunch box.