1,174 Quotes by Anne Rice

It had been bitter winter and the fire behind her seemed magical its brightness as he had stood in the snow watching her as she spun the thread as he had seen a hundred mortal women do.

The others were visible but she had slipped out of their vision, and slipping from their vision, she slipped from the vision of Thorne.

Memory wouldn’t leave him alone.

Weary of the Mind Gift and its random messages, he wanted to hear spoken words.

He looked rather splendid in his sorrow. Again he made me think of the paintings of Andrea del Sarto. There was something lush in his beauty, for all the sharp and clear well-drawn lines of his eyes and mouth.

We are earthly beings, yes, but a small component of us is magical, and why does that component demand blood?

Maybe blood does not matter to the gods. Maybe blood matters to us.

Why should the natives of ancient South America have but one word in their language for flowers and blood?

His trip to Heaven and Hell with Memnoch, be it delusion or supernatural journey, has left him stunned spiritually to such a point that he is not ready to resume his antics and become the Brat Prince whom we once adored.