But remember the overall lesson, that your love for others, and their love for you, that the increase of love in life itself around you, is what matters.

— Anne Rice

... But still, even now, to think of it, I feel something akin to that happiness. And I have more reason now than ever to say that happiness is not what I will ever know, or will ever deserve to know. I am not so much in love with happiness. Yet the name Paris makes me feel it.

— Anne Rice

But there is no value to suffering!

— Anne Rice

But to think there was meaning, a scheme to things, well, that was quite beyond her philosophical reach. She feared as she always had, that all that was ever meant was loneliness, hard work, striving to make a difference when no difference could possibly be made. It was like dipping a stick into the ocean and trying to write something – all the little people of the world spinning out little patterns that lasted no more than a few years, and meant nothing at all.

— Anne Rice

But you love books, then,” Aunt Queen was saying. I had to listen.“Oh, yes,” Le stat said. “Sometimes they are the only thing that keeps me alive.”“What a strange thing to say at your age,” she laughed.”No, but one can feel desperate at any age, don’t you think? The young are eternally desperate,” he said frankly. “And books, they offer one hope —- that a whole universe might open up from between the covers, and falling into that new universe, one is saved.

— Anne Rice

Come on, say it again. I'm a perfect devil. Tell me how bad I am. It makes me feel so good!

— Anne Rice

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.

— Anne Rice

Darkness had been essentially banished from the Earth. It had become a choice.

— Anne Rice

Despair is so familiar to me; it could be banished by the sight of a beautiful mannikin in the window. It could be dispelled by the lights surrounding a tower. It would be lifted by the great ghostly shape of St. Patrick's coming into view. And then despair would come again. Meaningless, I almost said, aloud.

— Anne Rice

Don't be a fool for the Devil, darling.

— Anne Rice