But I still did not realize how mad she was, and how accustomed to dreaming; and that she would not cry out for reality, rather would feed reality to her dreams, a demon elf feeding her spinning wheel with the reeds of the world so she might make her own weblike universe.
Anne RiceWe shall live even in this state of living death, we shall love, we shall feel, we shall defy all who would judge and destroy us.
Anne RiceSweet to think on it, that when we are last weary of all this world there is the rising sun
Anne Riceโฆ in the relentless and meaningless manner one searches for something in a nightmare, coming on doors that wonโt open or drawers that wonโt shut, struggling over and over against the same meaningless thing, not knowing why the effort seems so desperate, why the sudden sight of a chair with a shawl thrown over it inspires the mind with horror.
Anne Rice