Sweet to think on it, that when we are last weary of all this world there is the rising sun
Anne Rice"You're a perfect devil, Lestat!" he was saying. "That's what you are! You are the devil himself!"
Anne RiceI enjoy the Web site a lot and I like being able to talk to my readers. I've always had a very close relationship with them.
Anne RiceYou can look at the New York Times Bestseller List and you can be pretty sure that the writers on that list don't know each other very well.
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 Rice