1,174 Quotes by Anne Rice

Her narrow oval face was so like his and yet so not. He had never been so divorced from feeling, never so abstract in his anger as she was now.

Slowly, I brushed his hair more tenderly, and I saw to my own mute shock one of my tears fall right onto his face. It was red yet watery and transparent and it appeared to vanish as it moved down the curve of his cheekbone and into the natural hollow below.

Slowly I pressed my lips to his whitened silky skin and breathed in the old unmistakeable taste and scent of him, something sweet and undefinable and utterly personal, something made up of all his physical gifts and those given him afterwards, and I pressed my sharp eyeteeth through his skin to taste his blood.

I had never heard the notes quite as limpid and translucent, quite as flashing and exquisitely distinct.

They enclosed me again with all their tenderness, seeking to keep me warm.

I did it because they were forged in the same furnace as myself, the two of them, keen to reason and strong to endure.

It was you, Master, who let me see what little I could of the marvelous bright world unfolding around me in ways I couldn’t have imagined in the land or time in which I was born.

I know history, I read it as others read their Bibles, and I will not be satisfied until I have unearthed all stories that are written and knowable, and cracked the codes of all cultures that have left me any tantalizing evidence that I might pry loose from earth or stone or papyrus or clay.

Love we need, and love can make us forget and forgive the savagery, as perhaps nothing else can.