Author of quotes: Anne Rice. Page 16

Life through death is horrible.

Nevertheless, much as it pains me, I'm not crazy. That's the problem.

Evil is an abstract concept, - he whispered. We are immortal, and before us opened the doors of abundant feasts and festivities, the joy which is beyond human mind and gives rise to mortal sorrow and longing. God takes indiscriminately the rich and the poor. So let us do us, because there is no light beings standing closer than we are demons, not prisoners in the filthy circles of hell, but free to walk according to his Kingdom where they like.

Do something that tells your nature. Ghost you're chasing, just a shadow of the present. Throw away your doubts and follow your way.

It's true: only the killing gives me relief. But the truth is unbearable.

The angels know the love and pride... pride fall... and hatred. The feelings of the beings who were discharged from the world, strong and huge, and merged with the will.

People are more willing to believe in the Devil than in God and in goodness. I don't know why... Maybe the answer is simple: to do evil is much easier. And to say that a man was possessed by Satan, is to declare him insane. Don't need to see the devil with your own eyes to believe in his existence.

The real Devil can do something good only one way - to play the role himself, to expose the evil show. Unless you consider that he is doing good when sows evil. But in this case God turns a monster, right? And the Devil is just a part of the divine plan.

The sadness is too soft and a pleasant word.

You are to me - joy to all sorrows.

I saw it and believed that I would be able to trap you and hold, and then the time will be open to us, and we'll teach each other. We will be happy. I'll guard you from your pain. But... you're dead inside, cold and inaccessible. I shudder with you, because I look in your eyes and do not see the reflection.

The desire to create an immortal companion is equally unjustified, as in Florence. You lived a long life, never torn, although I know perfectly how it is taught by the priest of the druids. Only by following his principles, you will be able to survive. Whatever rosy picture you painted. Imagine that she is a statue. Imagine that your evil is the force that crushed the statue. Look at the pieces. The consequences of your action.

But I'm lonely. And suffer from this. I want to be with those I love, but nothing comes out. - He again looked at the fire. - I meet with them, stay close for some time, and then again leave.