I loved words. I love to sing them and speak them and even now, I must admit, I have fallen into the joy of writing them.
Anne RiceThe fans, the vampire groupies, love the idea of this androgynous, preternatural figure stalking the night, and craving aesthetic pleasure just as he craves blood, wearing only the best velvet clothes, and savoring red roses.
Anne RiceLet tears gather in your eyes. You havenโt tears enough for what youโve done to me. Six more mortal years, seven, eightโฆI might have had that shape!โ Her pointed finger flew at Madeleine, whose hands had risen to her face, whose eyes were clouded over. Her moan was almost Claudiaโs name. But Claudia did not hear her. โYes, that shape, I might have known what it was to walk at your side.
Anne RiceShould we put out the light? And then put out the light. But once put out thy light, I cannot give it vital breath again. It needs must wither.
Anne Rice