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Words are like gems to me... imagine yourself walking through a very shallow stream and picking up beautiful stones that catch your eye... that's what names are like for me.

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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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Re-telling the Christian story is the essence of my vocation. That has been going on since the Evangelists in one form or another.
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When we love and want nothing but good for that person, it's one of the greatest gifts we possess.
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Maybe that's what Hell is. You go mad. And all your demons come and get you just as fast as you can think them up.
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The one thing you share with every mortal is death.
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Phil was mumbling that Reuben might become a writer after all and writers had a way of redeeming everything that ever happens to them.
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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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Do you know what it means to be loved by Death?... Do you know what it means to have Death know your name?
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I love New Orleans physically. I love the trees and the balmy air and the beautiful days. I have a beautiful house here.
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Say what you will to the force that governs the universe. Perhaps we'll call it into being, and it will yet love us as we love it.
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I do not read the ancient languages, but I am beginning to study Greek.
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Consequently, if you believe God made Satan, you must realize that all Satan's power comes from God and so that Satan is simply God's child, and that we are God's children also. There are no children of Satan, really.
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How can so much beauty hide such a bruised and steely heart, and why must I love him, why must I lean in my weariness upon his irresistible yet indomitable strength? Is he not the wizend funeral spirit of a dead man in a child's clothes?
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I am in love with you', I responded. He laughed the most beguiling and gentle laugh. 'Of course you are,' he replied. 'I understand perfectly because I'm in love with myself. The fact that I'm not transfixed in front of the nearest mirror takes a great deal of self-control.' It was my turn to laugh.
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Garden of Pain, I need you. What were the songs of beasts to the cries of sentient souls?
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That morning I was not yet a vampire, and I saw my last sunrise. I remember it completely, and yet I can't recall any sunrise before it. I watched the whole magnificence of the dawn for the last time as if it were the first. And then I said farewell to sunlight, and set out to become what I became.
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Wasn't it his right to listen to opera, read poetry and adventure novels, go to Europe every couple of months for some reason or another, and drive his Porsche over the speed limit until he found out who he was?
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Oh Lestat, you deserved everything that's ever happened to you. You better not die. You might actually go to hell.
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Dickens is a very underrated writer at the moment. Everyone in his time admired him but I think right now he's not spoken of enough.
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It was as if this night were only one of thousands of nights, world without end, night curving into night to make a great arching line of which I couldn’t see the end, a night in which I roamed alone under cold, mindless stars.
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Despair was so familiar to me it could be banished by the sight of a beautiful mannikin in the window. It could be dispelled by the spectacle of lights surrounding a tower. It could be lifted by the great ghostly shape of St. Patrick's coming into view. And then despair would come again.
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