A summer rain had left the night clean and sparkling with drops of water. I leaned against the end pillar of the gallery, my head touching the soft tendrils of a jasmine which grew there in a constant battle with a wisteria, and I thought of what lay before me throughout the world and throughout time, and resolved to go about it delicately and reverently, learning that from each thing which would take me best to another.
Anne RiceMy last sunrise. That morning, I was not yet a vampire. And I saw my last sunrise. I remember it completely; yet I do not think I remember any other sunrise before it.
Anne RiceFirst-person narrators is the way I know how to write a book with the greatest power and chance of artistic success.
Anne RiceThat was my nature - going from temptation after temptation, not to sin, but to be redeemed.
Anne Rice