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We breathe the light, we breathe the music, we breathe the moment as it passes through us.
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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.
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passion
narcissism
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Anne Rice |
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The finest thing under the sun and moon is the human soul. I marvel at the small miracles of kindness that pass between humans, I marvel at the growth of conscience, at the persistence of reason in the face of all superstition or despair. I marvel at human endurance.
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Anne Rice |
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Oh, my darling, wish you were here! And my dark soul is happy again, because it does not know how to be anything else for very long, and because the pain is a deep dark sea in which I would drown if I did not sail my little craft steadily over the surface, steadily towards a sun which will never rise.
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Anne Rice |
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c69e91e
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Don't be a fool for the Devil, darling.
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lestat
vampire
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Anne Rice |
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bd41031
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I live lies because I cannot endure the weakness of anger, and I cannot admit the irrationality of love.
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Anne Rice |
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Memory was a curse, yes, he thought, but it was also the greatest gift. Because if you lost memory you lost everything.
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blood-and-gold
vampire-chronicles
thorne
curse
gift
remembering
memory
vampires
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Anne Rice |
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As for oblivion, well, we can wait a little while for that.
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Anne Rice |
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If I haven't put that on a T-shirt, I'm going to. Actually, I really don't want to write anything that can't be put on a T-shirt. Actually I'd like to write only on T-shirts. Actually, I'd like to write whole novels on T-shirts. So you guys could say, 'I'm wearing chapter 8 of Lestat's new book, that's my favorite; oh I see you're wearing chapter 6-
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Anne Rice |
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I love you still, that's the torment of it. Lestat I never loved. But you! The measure of my hatred is that love. They are the same! Do you know now how much I hate you!
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Anne Rice |
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I know nothing, because I know too much, and understand not nearly enough and never will.
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marius
knowledge-wisdom
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Anne Rice |
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We all suffer under a curse, the curse that we know more than we can endure, and there is nothing, absolutely nothing we can do about the force and the lure of this knowledge.
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Anne Rice |
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There are so many books I mean to read, and things I mean to see.
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Anne Rice |
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It's an awful truth that suffering can deepen us, give a greater lustre to our colours, a richer resonance to our words. That is, if it doesn't destroy us, if it doesn't burn away the optimism and the spirit, the capacity for visions, and the respect for simple yet indispensable things.
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Anne Rice |
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I lived like a man who wanted to die but who had no courage to do it himself.
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Anne Rice |
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There are too many other inexplicable things around us--horrors, threats, mysteries that draw you in and then inevitably disenchant you. Back to the predictable and humdrum. The prince is never going to come, everybody knows that; and maybe Sleeping Beauty's dead.
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Anne Rice |
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You have made me ashamed of the wasted years. You have made me acknowledge that no darkness has ever been deep enough to extinguish my personal knowledge of love. And all around me in this world I see evidence of love. I see love. I see it in the human struggle. I see its undeniable penetration in all that humans have accomplished in their poetry, their painting, their music, their love of one another and refusal to accept suffering as thei..
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Anne Rice |
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Revenge is the concern of those who are at some point or other beaten. I am not beaten, I told myself. No, not beaten. And victory is far more interesting to contemplate than revenge.
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Anne Rice |
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Let the flesh instruct the mind.
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Anne Rice |
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Sometimes fear is a warning. It's like someone putting a hand on your shoulder and saying Go No Farther.
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Anne Rice |
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In spite of all the refinements of civilization that conspired to make art--the dizzying perfection of the string quartet or the sprawling grandeur of Fragonard's canvases--beauty was savage. It was as dangerous and lawless as the earth had been eons before man had one single coherent thought in his head or wrote codes of conduct on tablets of clay. Beauty was a Savage Garden.
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Anne Rice |
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Heaven would be Hell in no time if every cruel, selfish, vicious soul went to Heaven.
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hell
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Anne Rice |
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Do devils love each other? Do they walk arm in arm in hell saying, "Ah, you are my friend, how I love you," things like that to each other?...it was a matter of a concept of evil, wasn't it? All creatures in hell are supposed to hate one another, as all the saved hate the damned, without reservation."
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Anne Rice |
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I was at a loss suddenly; but conscious all the while of how Armand listened; that he listened in the way that we dream of others listening, his face seeming to reflect on every thing said. He did not start forward to seize on my slightest pause, to assert an understanding of something before the thought was finished, or to argue with a swift, irresistible impulse -- the things which often make dialogue impossible. And after a long interval..
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Anne Rice |
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I'd thought I knew what beauty was in women; but she'd surpassed all the language I had for it.
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anne-rice
queen-of-the-damned
lestat-de-lioncourt
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Anne Rice |
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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.
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vampire
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Anne Rice |
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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.
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Anne Rice |
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I allowed myself to forget how totally I had fallen in love with Lestat's iridescent eyes, that I'd sold my soul for a many-colored and luminescent thing, thinking that a highly reflective surface conveyed the power to walk on water.
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Anne Rice |
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A starving child is a frightful sight. A starving vampire, even worse.
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Anne Rice |
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Do you know what I think about crying? I think some people have to learn to do it. But once you learn, once you know how to really cry, there's nothing quite like it. I feel sorry for those who don't know the trick. It's like whistling or singing.
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writing
philosophy
inspirational
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Anne Rice |
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when we are weary, we speak lovingly of dreams as if they embodied our true deisres-What we WOULD have when that which we DO have so sorely disappoints us
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Anne Rice |
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It was as if this night were only one of thousands of nights, world without end, night curving into night to make a great arching line of which I couldn't see the end, a night in which I roamed alone under cold, mindless stars.
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Anne Rice |
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I am an unwilling devil. I cry like some vagrant child. I want to go home.
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the-vampire-lestat
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Anne Rice |
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On writing, my advice is the same to all. If you want to be a writer, write. Write and write and write. If you stop, start again. Save everything that you write. If you feel blocked, write through it until you feel your creative juices flowing again. Write. Writing is what makes a writer, nothing more and nothing less. --- Ignore
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Anne Rice |
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Mortal beauty often makes me ache, and mortal grandeur can fill me with that longing...but Paris, Paris drew me close to her heart, so I forgot myself entirely. Forgot the damned and questing preternatural thing that doted on mortal skin and mortal clothing. Paris overwhelmed, and lightened and rewarded more richly than any promise.
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Anne Rice |
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You sense my loneliness, (...) my bitterness at being shut out of life. My bitterness that I'm evil, that I don't deserve to be loved and yet I need love hungrily. My horror that I can never reveal myself to mortals. But these things don't stop me, Mother. I'm too strong for them to stop me. As you said yourself once, I am very good at being what I am. These things merely now and then make me suffer, that's all
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Anne Rice |
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We can't stand it, to be alone. We cannot bear it, any more than the monks of old could bear it, men who though they had renounced all else for Christ's sake, nevertheless came together in congregations to be with one another, even as they enforced upon themselves the harsh rules of single solitary cells and unbroken silence. They couldn't bear to be alone. We are too much men and women; we are yet formed in the image of the Creater, and wh..
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Anne Rice |
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One tiny flame could make so many other flames; one tiny flame could set afire a whole world.
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lestat-de-lioncourt
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Anne Rice |
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Ah, come now. I look like an angel, but I'm not. The old rules of nature encompass many creatures like me. We're beautiful like the diamond-backed snake, or the striped tiger, yet we're merciless killers
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vampire
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Anne Rice |
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I wish you hadn't told her. If you must know, I could have done without your telling her I commited statutory rape on the living room couch with her cousin." - Michael Curry"
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Anne Rice |
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Elegance is really a kind of control.
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Anne Rampling ; Anne Rice |
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You only hurt people when you tell them the truth about things that they cannot respect or understand
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Anne Rampling ; Anne Rice |
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Each of us has within him a dark chamber where the real desire flowers; and the horror of it is that they never see the light of another's understanding, those strange blooms. It is as lonely as it is dark, that chambers of the heart.
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Anne Rampling ; Anne Rice |
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I have this theory actually, that after an absence you discover in that first glimpse what you really think and feel about another person. You know things you couldn't know before
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Anne Rampling ; Anne Rice |