We have to become saints. We have to become like Christ. Anything less is simply not enough.
Anne RiceAnd then there came the pounding of another drum, as if another giant were coming yards behind him, and each giant, intent on his own drum, gave no notice to the rhythm of the other. The sound grew louder and louder until it seemed to fill not just my hearing but all my senses, to be throbbing in my lips and fingers, in the flesh of my temples, in my veins.
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