Anne Rice

How pathetic it is to describe these things which can't truly be described.

First time my master__ in English literature ever proved useful.

The Maker offers us creation itself as proof of his greatness.

Resignation requires will, and will requires decision, and decision requires belief, and belief requires that there is something to believe in!

I don't believe in anything, Mother," I said. "You told Armand long ago that you believe you'll find answers in the great jungles and forests; that the stars will finally reveal a vast truth. But I don't believe in anything. And that makes me stronger than you think

Não importava que Deus no céu fosse católico, protestante ou hindu. O que importava era uma coisa mais profunda, mais antiga e mais forte do que qualquer imagem dessas: um conceito do bem baseado na afirmação da vida, na repulsa _ destruição, _ perversidade, ao uso e abuso do homem pelo homem. Era a afirmação do humano e do natural.

To die or not to die, that is the question; it is nobler to live in torment and rage than not to live at all?

I saw my real gods . . the gods of most men. Food, drink, and security in conformity.

I never lie," I said offhand. "At least not to those I don't love.

Ah, but prophecies have a way of fulfilling themselves,' Khayman said. 'That's the magic of it. We all understood it in ancient times. The power of charms is the power of the will; you might say that we were all geniuses of psychology in those dark days, that we could be slain by the power of another's designs. And the dreams, Marius, the dreams are but a part of the great design.

How could anyone love Him? What did you just tell me yourself about the world? Don't you see, everybody hates God now. It's not that God is dead in the twentieth century. It's that everybody hates Him! At least I think so.

People who cease to believe in God or goodness altogether still believe in the devil... Evil is always possible. And goodness is eternally difficult.

No, but one can feel desperate at any age, don__ you think? The young are eternally desperate,_ he said frankly. __nd books, they offer hope _ that a whole universe might open up from between the covers, and falling into that universe one is saved.

I am in love with you', I responded.He laughed the most beguiling and gentle laugh.'Of course you are,' he replied. 'I understand perfectly because I'm in love with myself. The fact that I'm not transfixed in front of the nearest mirror takes a great deal of self-control.'It was my turn to laugh.

It has its dark splendor, to walk the nightmare terrain forever.

Truth is a risky proposition. It's the nature of mediocre human beings to believe that lies are necessary, that they serve a purpose, that truth is subversive, that candor is dangerous, that the very scaffold of communal life is supported by lies.

Because if it's really true that there's no order, then anything can happen to us. Anything at all. There's no real natural law, no right and wrong that's immutable, and the world is suddenly a savage place where any number of things can go wrong.

Three generations before I was the one meant for the necklace. I saw him when I was three years old, so clear and strong that he could slip his warm hand in mine, he could lift me in theair, yes, lift my body, but I refused him. I turned my back on him. I told him, You go back to the hell from which you came. And I used my power to fight him.