I wasn't sent here to find angels! I wasn't sent here to dream of them. I wasn't sent here to hear them sing! I was sent here to be alive. To breathe and sweat and thirst and sometimes cry.
Anne RiceOh to have you with me, to have you here, not to be alone, but to be with you, my beauty, you of all souls! You.
Anne RiceWriters, as they gain success, feel like outsiders because writers don't come together in real groups.
Anne Rice