Maybe that's what Hell is. You go mad. And all your demons come and get you just as fast as you can think them up.
Anne RiceI was the vampire Lestat again. I was back in action. New Orleans was once again my hunting ground.
Anne RiceIn spite of all the refinements of civilization that conspired to make art--the dizzying perfection of the string quartet or the sprawling grandeur of Fragonard's canvases--beauty was savage. It was as dangerous and lawless as the earth had been eons before man had one single coherent thought in his head or wrote codes of conduct on tablets of clay. Beauty was a Savage Garden.
Anne RiceThere are too many other inexplicable things around us--horrors, threats, mysteries that draw you in and then inevitably disenchant you. Back to the predictable and humdrum. The prince is never going to come, everybody knows that; and maybe Sleeping Beauty's dead.
Anne RiceWeโre going to die and not even know. Weโll never know, and all this meaninglessness will just go on and on and on. And we wonโt any longer be witnesses to it. We wonโt have even that little bit of power to give meaning to it in our minds. Weโll just be gone, dead, dead, dead, without ever knowing!
Anne Rice