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There may be writing groups where people meet but it's occasional. You really do it all at your own computer or your own typewriter by yourself.

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Anne Rice
Age: 83
Born: 1941
Born: October 4
Author
Novelist
Screenwriter
Writer
New Orleans
Louisiana
Anne O'Brien
A. N. Roquelaure
Anne Rampling
Howard Allen O'Brien
Howard Allen Frances O'Brien
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Typewriter
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Typewriters

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As if it were our very birthright, which we could not come to grasp the meaning of until this time of middle life when we looked on only as many years ahead as already lay behind us.
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The finest thing under the sun and moon is the human soul. I marvel at the small miracles of kindness that pass between humans, I marvel at the growth of conscience, at the persistence of reason in the face of all superstition or despair. I marvel at human endurance.
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A starving child is a frightful sight. A starving vampire, even worse.
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Oh, my darling, wish you were here! And my dark soul is happy again, because it does not know how to be anything else for very long, and because the pain is a deep dark sea in which I would drown if I did not sail my little craft steadily over the surface, steadily towards a sun which will never rise.
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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.
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I would have done just about anything for him.
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To really ask is to open the door to the whirlwind. The answer may annihilate the question and the questioner.
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So until we meet again, I am thinking of you always I love you I wish you were here...in my arms.
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I know Christianity and I know I have to move away from it and approach Jesus Christ on my own. I have to talk to Him directly and seek His guidance and protection as I seek to make my commitment to Him central to my life.
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Thank God he killed the guy. Oh, now, wait a minute. What kind of a prayer was that!
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Sometimes dreams show me that my writing should go deeper. Dreams have not so much changed my work as deepened it.
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But don't you see, all human decisions are made like this. Do you think the mother knows what will happen to the child in her womb? Dear God, we are lost, I tell you. What does it matter if you give it to me and it's wrong! There is no wrong! There is only desperation, and I would have it! I want to live forever with you.
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Oh to have you with me, to have you here, not to be alone, but to be with you, my beauty, you of all souls! You.
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I'm Gentleman Death in silk and lace, come to put out the candles. The canker in the heart of the rose.
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It's an awful truth that suffering can deepen us, give a greater lustre to our colours, a richer resonance to our words. That is, if it doesn't destroy us, if it doesn't burn away the optimism and the spirit, the capacity for visions, and the respect for simple yet indispensable things.
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I would die rather than live without you. I would die the same way he died. I can't bear you to look at me the way you did. I cannot bear it if you do not love me! -Claudia.
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What does it mean to die when you can live until the end of the world?
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One tiny flame could make so many other flames one tiny flame could set afire a whole world.
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I felt ravaged, and with both hands in a fantasy I reached out for her figure as we ran together through the meadow which belonged only to us and to which these others could never be admitted.Oh, inocent love, she said even as she drank from me, oh, innocent innocent love.
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It was as if the empty nights were made for thinking of him. And sometimes I found myself so vividly aware of him it was as if he had only just left the room and the ring of his voice were still there. And somehow, there was a disturbing comfort in that, and, despite myself, I’d envision his face.
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