Curses of vanished elders echoed down on me; too pretty, too soft, too pale, eyes far too full of the Devil, ah, that devilish smile
Anne RiceYou never know the palette of the one you kill until the mind disgorges its finest colours.
Anne RiceSweet to think on it, that when we are last weary of all this world there is the rising sun
Anne RiceI saw these men and knew what they wanted, that this was vice, and despicable, and the price of it was Hell.
Anne RiceIn the very depths of Hell, do not demons love one another?
Anne RiceStichwörter: love-hell
All the mortal world is a lethal enemy during those hours between dawn and dusk.
Anne RiceStichwörter: mortality
I'm Gentleman Death in silk and lace, come to put out the candles. The canker in the heart of the rose.
Anne RiceIn the spring of 1988, I returned to New Orleans, and as soon as I smelled the air, I knew I was home.
It was rich, almost sweet, like the scent of jasmine and roses around our old courtyard.
I walked the streets, savoring that long lost perfume.
Stichwörter: vampires new-orleans jasmine
There is one purpose to life and one only: to bear witness to and understand as much as possible of the complexity of the world- its beauty, its mysteries, its riddles.
Anne RiceKeep your secrets
Keep your silence
It is a better gift than truth
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