Let 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 RiceI hear the birds singing. Listen. I hear them in their cage. The others-all our kind who know of her-they think of her as heartless, but she wasn't heartless. She was only aware of things which I didn't learn till so many decades had passed. She knew secrets that only suffering can teach.
Anne Ricewhen we are weary, we speak lovingly of dreams as if they embodied our true deisres-What we WOULD have when that which we DO have so sorely disappoints us
Anne Rice