Hauntings only repeat what occurred once upon a time.
Anne RiceI'd drink your blood if I could and hook you into every memory inside me, every heartbreak, frame of reference, temporary triumph, petty defeat, mystic moment of surrender.
Anne RiceYou're my insatiable blood thief and soul smasher.
Anne RiceHe was a seer of visions and a dreamer of dreams, unconsciously charming and unfailingly kind.
Anne RiceOur language needs endless synonyms for beautiful; the eyes could see what the tongue cannot possibly describe.
Anne RiceWe’re going to die and not even know. We’ll never know, and all this meaninglessness will just go on and on and on. And we won’t any longer be witnesses to it. We won’t have even that little bit of power to give meaning to it in our minds. We’ll just be gone, dead, dead, dead, without ever knowing!
Anne RiceYes.’ He drank it all down and then casually threw the glass at the fireplace. I stared at the fragments. ‘You don’t mind, do you?’ He gestured to the broken glass with a sarcastic smile. ‘I surely hope you don’t, because there’s nothing much you can do about it if you do mind.
Anne RiceHe imagined his past gone, along with his future. Death was the understanding of the immediate present: that there is finally nothing else.
Anne RiceRoget looked so profoundly timid. What is it like, working for a well-dressed lunatic who pays you triple what anyone else would pay to forget your better judgment?
Anne RiceI wish you hadn't told her. If you must know, I could have done without your telling her I commited statutory rape on the living room couch with her cousin." - Michael Curry
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