Dear God, help me. Do not forget me on this tiny cinder lost in a galaxy that is lostโa heart no bigger than a speck of dust beating, beating against death, against meaninglessness, against guilt, against sorrow.
Anne RiceSometimes dreams show me that my writing should go deeper. Dreams have not so much changed my work as deepened it.
Anne RiceYet I saw crypts when I looked at him, and I heard the beat of kettledrums. I saw torchlit fields where I had never been, heard vague incantations, felt the heat of raging fires on my face. And they didn't come out of him, these visions. Rather I drew them out on my own. Yet I never had Nicolas, mortal or immortal, been so alluring. Never had Gabrielle held me so in thrall. Dear God, this is love. This is desire. And all my past amours have been but the shadow of this." โ Lestat de Lioncourt
Anne RiceCurses of vanished elders echoed down on me; too pretty, too soft, too pale, eyes far too full of the Devil, ah, that devilish smile
Anne RiceWhen I realized that Reuben was a young man who really wanted to be taken seriously, because he was dismissed for being too good looking or because he had too much money - his character really came to life for me. I began to understand that, and see that a lot of people feel this way - misunderstood because of their talents or gifts or background.
Anne Rice