"Anne Rice"の名言

None of us really changes over time. We only become more fully what we are.

You do have a story inside you; it lies articulate and waiting to be written — behind your silence and your suffering.

Evil is always possible. And goodness is eternally difficult.

We're frightened of what makes us different.

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.

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.

The world changes, we do not, therein lies the irony that kills us.

I was good and bad, but never wicked.

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.

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

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.

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

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 à destruição, à perversidade, ao uso e abuso do homem pelo homem. Era a afirmação do humano e do natural.

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.

Would that death were like this. Would that one would sleep and sleep and sleep forever.

Oh Lestat, you deserved everything that's ever happened to you. You better not die. You might actually go to hell.

Merciful death. How you love your precious guilt

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.

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.

First-person narrators is the way I know how to write a book with the greatest power and chance of artistic success.