Anne Rice

You see that old woman? That will never happen to you. You will never grow old, and you will never die.And it means something else too, doesn't it? I shall never ever grow up.

It was as if when I looked into his eyes I was standing alone on the edge of the world...on a windswept ocean beach. There was nothing but the soft roar of the waves.

You, know, the only thing I can be is a writer. I'm absolutely unprepared for anything else. When you've lived the kind of life I have, you are good for nothing. Only writing can save you.

In the story of the prince and the frog, there__ always a frog. This story ... it has no frog.

Who has a right to tell me I have no gift, no talent, no passion ...' he murmured. 'Why do people say those things to you when youre young? Doesn't seem fair, does it?''No, darling, it's not fair,'she said. 'But the mystery is why you listen.

Evil is always possible. And goodness is eternally difficult.

Maybe we do go home, finally.

Heaven would be Hell in no time if every cruel, selfish, vicious soul went to Heaven.

And books, they offer one hope -- that a whole universe might open up from between the covers, and falling into that universe, one is saved.

Oh 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.

Ah, what broken creatures we are, and how we endure.

Because," she said, "that is what men would call it. They invented Satan, didn't they? Satanic is merely the name they give to the behavior of those who would disrupt the orderly way in which men want to live.

And this lesson about mortal peace of mind I never forgot. Even if a ghost is ripping a house to pieces, throwing in pans all over, pouring water of pillows, making clocks chime at all hours, mortal will accept almost any "natural explanation" offered, no matter how absurd, rather than the obvious supernatural one, for what is going on.

I had to have him, had to. Just the way I had to have everything I wanted; or had to do everything I'd ever wanted to do.

New Orleans, city of roaches, city of decay, city of our family, and of happy, happy people.

I hear nothing. I hear nothing, but what does it mean that I hear nothing? I walk in the cemeteries of this city at night and I hear nothing. I walk among mortals and sometimes I hear nothing. I walk alone and I hear nothing, as if I myself had no inner voice.

But I lived a lie. I lived it out of anger. This is what I am trying to tell you. I have lived lies. I have done it again and again. I live lies because I cannot endure the weakness of anger and I cannot admit the irrationality of love. Oh the lies I have told myself and others. I knew it yet I didn't know.

And you are with us and one of us, and we are the people of the moon and the stars.