You never know the palette of the one you kill until the mind disgorges its finest colours.
Anne RiceGod, what is it like to be You and hear all those people all the time everywhere, begging, imploring, calling out for anything and anyone?
Anne RiceYou make me miserable. You really do, I want you to know that. Much as I love you, much as I need you, much as I can't exist without you, you make me miserable.
Anne RiceAs the Roman Empire came to its close, all the old gods of the pagan world were seen as demons by the Christians who rose. It was useless to tell them as the centuries passed that their Christ was but another God of the Wood, dying and rising, as Dionysus or Osiris had done before him, and that the Virgin Mary was in fact the Good Mother again enshrined. Theirs was a new age of belief and conviction, and in it we became devils, detached from what they believed, as old knowledge was forgotten or misunderstood.
Anne Rice