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There's a virtue,' Felix said, 'to listening to a reluctant storyteller. You know that he is in fact diving deep for the salvageable truth.

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Anne Rice
Age: 83
Born: 1941
Born: October 4
Author
Novelist
Screenwriter
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New Orleans
Louisiana
Anne O'Brien
A. N. Roquelaure
Anne Rampling
Howard Allen O'Brien
Howard Allen Frances O'Brien
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Diving
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My last sunrise. That morning, I was not yet a vampire. And I saw my last sunrise. I remember it completely yet I do not think I remember any other sunrise before it.
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We are not damned. We never were. Who under the sun has the right to damn any living breathing creature?
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Advice to a new writer: There are no rules in this profession. Do what is good for you. Read books and watch films that stimulate your writing. In your writing, go where the pain is go where the pleasure is go where the excitement is. Believe in your own original approach, voice, characters, story. Ignore critics. Have nerve. Be stubborn.
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I didn’t look to the shore much after this first long and memorable glimpse. I looked up at Heaven and her court of mythical creatures fixed forever in the all powerful and inscrutable stars. Ink black was the night beyond them, and they so like jewels that old poetry came back to me, the sound even of hymns sung only by men.
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I was in the black silence of a medieval street, and blindly I followed its sharp turns, comforted by the height of its narrow tenements, which seemed at any moment capable of falling together, closing this alleyway under indifferent stars like a seam.
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I do not read the ancient languages, but I am beginning to study Greek.
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Don't be a fool for the Devil, darling.
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Come on, say it again. I'm a perfect devil. Tell me how bad I am. It makes me feel so good!
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And what if I never go of my own free will? Will you pitch me from some window so that I must fly or fall? Will you bolt all shutters after me? You had better, because I'll knock and knock and knock until I fall down dead. I'll have no wings that take me away from you.
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There was no point in waiting until the next world. You had to do everything now, every kind of sin.
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I never lie, I said offhand. At least not to those I don't love.
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He was so excited by this little bit of intelligence that he might have gone off, perplexed, pondering for a long time. It was like reading a wonderful sentence in a book, and not being able to continue because so many possibilities were crowding his mind.
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We are predators, whose all-seeing eyes were meant to give them detachment.
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Words. Borne on the ever swelling current of hatred, like flowers opening in the current, petals peeling back, then falling apart.
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I was a newborn vampire, weeping at the beauty of the night.
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We need to stop fighting Christian against Christian. I have no time for anything but trying to love other people. That is a full-time job.
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The most difficult novel I have had to write in terms of just getting it done was The Vampire Lestat. It took a year to write.
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When you find out there is no ultimate good and evil in which you can place your faith, the world does not fall apart at the seams. It simply means that every decision is more difficult, more critical, because you are creating the good and evil yourself and they are very real.
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One will hate you for taking his life, another will run to excesses that you scorn. A third will emerge mad and raving, another a monster you cannot control. One will be jealous of your superiority, another shut you out... And the veil will always come down between you Make a legion, you will be, always and forever alone!
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Dear God, help me. Do not forget me on this tiny cinder lost in a galaxy that is lost–a heart no bigger than a speck of dust beating, beating against death, against meaninglessness, against guilt, against sorrow.
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