Anne Rice
Anne Rice
Anne Riceis an American author of gothic fiction, Christian literature, and erotica. She is perhaps best known for her popular and influential series of novels, The Vampire Chronicles, revolving around the central character of Lestat. Books from The Vampire Chronicles were the subject of two film adaptations, Interview with the Vampire in 1994, and Queen of the Damned in 2002...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth4 October 1941
CityNew Orleans, LA
CountryUnited States of America
My faith in Christ is central to my life. My conversion from a pessimistic atheist lost in a world I didn't understand, to an optimistic believer in a universe created and sustained by a loving God is crucial to me. But following Christ does not mean following His followers. Christ is infinitely more important than Christianity and always will be, no matter what Christianity is, has been, or might become.
I'm going to keep on dealing with the supernatural in a lot of ways.
I’d thought I knew what beauty was in women; but she’d surpassed all the language I had for it.
You see,' [Armand] said, 'killing other vampires is very exciting; that is why it is forbidden under penalty of death.
Life is a tragedy, one way or another. What is certain is that you die.
Your love to others, and their love for you, that the increase of love in life itself around you, is what matters.
The one thing you share with every mortal is death.
Roman influence seeds itself, sprouting mighty oaks right through the modern forest of computers, digital disks, microviruses and space satellites.
We're frightened of what makes us different.
There was no point in waiting until the next world. You had to do everything now, every kind of sin.
Amazing what the British do with language; the nuances of politeness. The world's great diplomats, surely.
I grabbed her ankle and kissed it, and when I looked up I saw her chin and her eyelashes as she threw back her head and laughed.
an intoxication with forbidden knowledge in which the natural things become unimportant.
There is a horrifying loneliness at work in this time. No, listen to me. We lived six and seven to a room in those days, when I was still among the living. The city streets were seas of humanity; and now in these high buildings dim-witted souls hover in luxurious privacy, gazing through the television window at a faraway world of kissing and touching. It is bound to produce some great fund of common knowledge, some new level of human awareness, a curious skepticism, to be so alone.