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It is tragic that many in America think of us - Christians - as being people who hate others.
Anne Rice
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Anne Rice
Age: 83
Born: 1941
Born: October 4
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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 do not allow fan-fiction. The characters are copyrighted. It upsets me terribly to even think about fan-fiction with my characters. I advise my readers to write your own original stories with your own characters. It is absolutely essential that you respect my wishes.
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Everything we do in life, we do with certain expectations.
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We have such a terrible, terrible misconception of science. We think it involves the definite, the precise, the known it is a horrid series of gates to an unknown as vast of the universe which means endless.
Anne Rice
Let the flesh instruct the mind.
Anne Rice
What I have always wanted more than revenge is to bring the other person to recognition of the pain they caused, so they essentially say, I will never do that again.
Anne Rice
Thank God he killed the guy. Oh, now, wait a minute. What kind of a prayer was that!
Anne Rice
I love the world the Lord has created I love the mountains, the rivers, the valleys, the skies. I love the forests, the fields, the flowers. I love the mysteries of evolution and dna and the big bang. I want to know the majesties of the Lord's Creation. I cannot close my eyes to all this. I cannot turn away from science and scientific exploration.
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In the very depths of Hell, do not demons love one another?
Anne Rice
But I still did not realize how mad she was, and how accustomed to dreaming and that she would not cry out for reality, rather would feed reality to her dreams, a demon elf feeding her spinning wheel with the reeds of the world so she might make her own weblike universe.
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I am not times fool, nor a god hardened by the millennia I am not the trickster in the black cape nor the sorrowful wanderer. I have a conscience. I know right from wrong I know what I do and yes, I do it. I am the Vampire Lestat. That's your answer do with it as you will.
Anne Rice
I broke with my religion in college.
Anne Rice
Suppose death had a heart to love and to release you, to whom would he turn this passion, would you chose a person from the crowd there. A person to suffer as you suffer.
Anne Rice
It draws it's strength, this big secret, from the same root from which I draw my strength, both the good and the bad, because in the end, they cannot be separated.
Anne Rice
To be godless is probably the first step to innocence, he said, to lose the sense of sin and subordination, the false grief for things supposed to be lost. So by innocence you mean not an absence of experience, but an absence of illusions. An absence of need for illusions, he said. A love of and respect for what is right before your ey
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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.
Anne Rice
It is not man who is the enemy of the human species. It is the irrational it is the spiritual when it is divorced from the material from the lesson in one beating heart or one bleeding vein.
Anne Rice
I enjoy the Web site a lot and I like being able to talk to my readers. I've always had a very close relationship with them.
Anne Rice
Cities have distinct personalities. It's a matter of knowing it.
Anne Rice
as they die, the ones we love, we lose our witnesses, our watchers, those who know and understand the tiny little meaningless patterns, those words drawn in water with a stick. And there is nothing left but the endless flow.
Anne Rice
