Author of quotes: Anne Rice. Page 3

But he was wrong: I never laugh at death, although often the cause.

I already told you that wasn't afraid to die, although the thought of suicide was nauseating. But how low I valued my life so highly put the lives of others.

But most importantly, that it was then that I realized the depth of his selfishness. Probably because in the words of the priest heard the echo of his own words and his arrogant attitude to his brother reminded me of my feelings then. Like his talk about the devil and the almost pathological refusal to even tolerate the idea that true Holiness can be found in the neighborhood.

Insanity helped me, ' replied the vampire. - I did things that I had not even healthy.

I didn't want anyone to know that he was not a Saint and a fanatic.

"Yes, father, wormwood and laudanum!" she said.
"Demon! - he whispered, trying in vain to rise.

Nicky began to play some Gypsy tunes and in a strange dance went in a circle, glistening in the moonlight white with a high lace-up boots.
Sitting on a charred stump, I drank wine straight from the bottle. As always, I felt that my heart is broken by the sounds of beautiful music. What could be this sin, I thought, what's wrong, except perhaps the opportunity to relive their lives in this horrible place? And I soon in silence, and wept inconsolably.
It seemed to me that music is still sound, but suddenly I discovered that Nicky was next to me and trying to comfort me. We sat side by side, and he said that the world is full of injustice and that we both were prisoners of a terrible, godforsaken corner of France, but the day will come when we finally get out of here. And at that moment I remembered mother, who became a prisoner in our castle high on the mountain, and I was seized with unspeakable and unbearable sadness. Nicky played again and told me to forget about everything and dance.
Yes, that music and dance can make us to do it, wanted to tell him I am. So why, then they are considered sinful? How can you assume that they are evil? I joined Nicola in his circular dance. A truly Golden sounds poured from the strings of his violin and skyrocket to the stars. Now I danced around Nicky, and he played faster, more frantic tune. Open like wings, floors Cape, I threw back my head and looked at the stars. The sound of music enveloped me misty veil, and the meadow of the witches ceased to exist for me. There were only mountains and the open sky above them.

Simplicity and brutality are synonymous in philosophy and actions.

Why death had to hide in the shadows? Why should they wait at the gate? There is no such bedrooms and a ballroom where I could not log in. Death against the warm glow of the flame in the fireplace! Death, crouching on tiptoe down the corridor. And all this - I! Are you talking about the Dark Gift? But it's what I use!
I am the Lord of Death, dressed in lace and silk! And then come to extinguish the candle of life! I am the wormhole into the heart of the pink flower!

First, ideas are born, and the language only expresses them.

Greed is the source of all evil.

When we get tired, we begin to talk about their dreams as if in a dream, dreams come true that never came to life. And, waking up, disappointed.

We are not aware of the power of feelings to someone we love, until he leaves us.

To love so fiercely and so violently hate - it means to live a full life.