1,174 Quotes by Anne Rice

I like gloves,” said Marius. “I’m never without them. Our hands frighten mortals when they take the time to look. And gloves feel warm which we never do.

He appeared to be listening, but he said nothing. His youthful face was deceiving, but his violet eyes were truly wonderful.

The music was electric and loud; the flashing lights were horrid, the smell of food and blood was overpowering.

Here they could see the trusting dancers, who seemed one and all to be dancing alone rather than with anyone else, each moving to the music in a primitive way as though drunk on it.

Move slowly as you drink. Let the music and the blood talk to you.

What a simple trusting being she was, with her eyes and mouth happily painted, and cheeks rouged, her breasts thrust forward and held in place by tight straps beneath her black silk dress.

He felt the blood pounding inside him, but it wanted more blood. His hands and feet were now painfully cold.

How alien all humans seemed, and how hopeless their plight. Cursed as he was, he could not die, but death was breathing on all of them.

Marius needed to speak in a long flow of words as much as Thorne needed to hear words. Marius and Thorne had come upon each other in the proper moment.