Top 500 Anne Rice Quotes (2024 Update)
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251. “If goodness does exist, then I’m the opposite of it. I’m evil, and I revel in it.”

— Anne Rice

252. “The stars shone as brightly as if they were tumbling on the Final Day.”

— Anne Rice

253. “Stephen King in many respects is a wonderful writer. He has made a contribution. People in the future will be able to pick up Stephen King’s books and learn a lot about who we were by reading those books.”

— Anne Rice

254. “I love; therefore I am.”

— Anne Rice

255. “The spirit who inhabits her animates us all. Destroy the host, you destroy the power. The young die first; the old wither slowly; the eldest perhaps would go last. But she is the Queen of the Damned, and the Damned can’t live without her.”

— Anne Rice

256. “Oh, if the moon only had a secret, if the moon only held a truth. But the moon was just the moon.”

— Anne Rice

257. “Don’t make a religion of reason and logic. Because in the passage of time reason may fail you and when it does, you may find yourself taking refuge in madness.”

— Anne Rice

258. “I read The Old Curiosity Shop before I began Blackwood Farm. I was amazed at the utter madness in that book.”

— Anne Rice

259. “How shameful. How predictable! How insipid. And how sweet.”

— Anne Rice

260. “The truth is, I hate not being the first person narrator all the way through! To paraphrase David Copperfield, I don’t know whether I’m the hero or the victim of this tale. But either way, shouldn’t I dominate it?”

— Anne Rice

261. “His beauty has always maddened me. I think I idealize him in my mind when I’m not with him; but then when I see him again I’m overcome.”

— Anne Rice

262. “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.”

— Anne Rice

263. “Lestat might be the hero of the Vampire Chronicles, but this one, Louis, was the tragic heart. Yet he seemed at long last to have achieved a kind of peace with the ghastly realities of his existence and the existence of all those around him who outranked him in power but not necessarily in insight or wisdom.”

— Anne Rice

264. “Love is the only defense we ever have against the cold meaninglessness around us.”

— Anne Rice

265. “Music like that could hurt you. It gave you back your disappointment, and your emptiness. It said, Life can be this. Remember this.”

— Anne Rice

266. “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.”

— Anne Rice

267. “You’re the hunter, the warrior. You’re stronger than anyone else here, that’s your tragedy.”

— Anne Rice

268. “Here’s my love, not in little droplets, but from the very river of my being. It reaches all the way down to the roots of my being, tangling my heart in its burning mesh. For you. Drink deep.”

— Anne Rice

269. “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.”

— Anne Rice

270. “We need to stop fighting Christian against Christian. I have no time for anything but trying to love other people. That is a full-time job.”

— Anne Rice

271. “Sometimes dreams show me that my writing should go deeper. Dreams have not so much changed my work as deepened it.”

— Anne Rice

272. “I closed my eyes and heard the wind and the sound of water flowing softly, swiftly in the river. It was enough, for one moment. And I knew that it would not endure, that it would fly away from me like something torn out of my arms, and I would fly after it, more desperately lonely than any creature under God, to get it back.”

— Anne Rice

273. “I wasn’t part of the world that cringed at such things. And with a smile, I realized that I was of that dark ilk that makes others cringe. Slowly and with great pleasure, I laughed.”

— Anne Rice

274. “Let the spirits witness: for theirs is the knowledge of the future – both what it would be, and what I will: You are the Queen of the Damned, that’s what you are! Evil is your only destiny. But at your greatest hour, it is I who will defeat you. Look well on my face. It is I who will bring you down.”

— Anne Rice

275. “Obsession led me to write. It’s been that way with every book I’ve ever written. I become completely consumed by a theme, by characters, by a desire to meet a challenge.”

— Anne Rice

276. “Roman influence seeds itself, sprouting mighty oaks right through the modern forest of computers, digital disks, microviruses and space satellites.”

— Anne Rice

277. “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.”

— Anne Rice

278. “I find at moments I’m as fragile as glass.”

— Anne Rice

279. “But what endures is what has always mattered: love – that we love one another as surely as we are alive. And if there is any hope for us to ever really be good – that hope will be realized through love.”

— Anne Rice

280. “All the mortal world is a lethal enemy during those hours between dawn and dusk.”

— Anne Rice

281. “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.”

— Anne Rice

282. “The blood ran in tiny rivulets down his white face, as if from Christ’s Crown of Thorns, his long blond hair flying out as he turned full circle, his hand ripping at his shirt, tearing it open down his chest, the black tie loose and falling. His pale crystalline blue eyes were glazed and shot with blood as he screamed the unimportant lyrics.”

— Anne Rice

283. “For what secrets, what truths had those monstrous creatures of night to give us? What, of necessity, must be their terrible limits, if indeed we were to find them at all? What can the damned really say to the damned?”

— Anne Rice

284. “One doesn’t simply glut oneself on blood.”

— Anne Rice

285. “And there is another kind of strength in you. A daring, and a hunger, and aloneness. And that hunger and aloneness I know, and I kiss with the lips I do not have; I hold with the arms I do not have; I press to the heart in me that isn’t there to beat with warmth.”

— Anne Rice

286. “It’s the risk that fascinates, the moment of infinite possibility.”

— Anne Rice

287. “I want to be read. I want to be valued. That is perhaps the only shot at immortality a human being can have.”

— Anne Rice

288. “The truth is, laughter always sounds more perfect than weeping. Laughter flows in a violent riff and is effortlessly melodic. Weeping is often fought, choked, half strangled, or surrendered to with humiliation.”

— Anne Rice

289. “And so this young one, this young one whom I had so loved, I had to forsake, no matter how broken my heart, no matter how lonely my soul, no matter how bruised my intellect and spirit.”

— Anne Rice

290. “What I did was take the Jesus of the Gospels, the Son of God, the Son of the Virgin Mary, and sought to make Him utterly believable, a vital breathing character.”

— Anne Rice

291. “I don’t know whether I’m the hero or the victim of this tale. But either way, shouldn’t I dominate it? I’m the one really telling it, after all.”

— Anne Rice

292. “In the chapel you prayed to be a saint and now I will make you a god.”

— Anne Rice

293. “This evil, this concept, it comes from disappointment, from bitterness! Don’t you see? Children of Satan! Children of God! Is this the only question you bring to me, is this the only power that obsesses you, so that you must make us gods and devils yourself when the only power that exists is inside ourselves? How could you believe in these old fantastical lies, these myths, these emblems of the supernatural?”

— Anne Rice

294. “Let me try to tell my stories,′ Marius said. ‘Let my stories do what stories always do. Let them keep you from your darker dreams and from your darker journey. Let them keep you here.”

— Anne Rice

295. “Anger is too pathetic. Anger is as weak as fear.”

— Anne Rice

296. “We are the things that others fear,” I said. “Remember that.”

— Anne Rice

297. “Sweet to think on it, that when we are last weary of all this world there is the rising sun.”

— Anne Rice

298. “He wanted to say this was not erotic. But it was erotic, insofar as anything and everything is.”

— Anne Rice

299. “Wasn’t it his right to listen to opera, read poetry and adventure novels, go to Europe every couple of months for some reason or another, and drive his Porsche over the speed limit until he found out who he was?”

— Anne Rice

300. “It is not man who is the enemy of the human species. It is the irrational; it is the spiritual when it is divorced from the material; from the lesson in one beating heart or one bleeding vein.”

— Anne Rice