Blood Canticle Quotes

“If I haven't put that on a T-shirt, I'm going to. Actually, I really don't want to write anything that can't be put on a T-shirt. Actually I'd like to write only on T-shirts. Actually, I'd like to write whole novels on T-shirts. So you guys could say, 'I'm wearing chapter 8 of Lestat's new book, that's my favorite; oh I see you're wearing chapter 6-”
― Anne Rice, Blood Canticle

“You make me miserable. You really do, I want you to know that. Much as I love you, much as I need you, much as I can't exist without you, you make me miserable.”
― Anne Rice, Blood Canticle

“As we move on year by year in this life, we learn that telling doesn't necessarily purge; telling something is merely a reliving, and it's a torment.”
― Anne Rice, Blood Canticle

“I'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 Rice, Blood Canticle

“You're my insatiable blood thief and soul smasher.”
― Anne Rice, Blood Canticle

“He was a seer of visions and a dreamer of dreams, unconsciously charming and unfailingly kind.”
― Anne Rice, Blood Canticle

“It struck me, sharp and hard, that I had been given so many chances to save my soul that my entire life had been constructed around these chances! That was my nature - going from temptation to temptation, not to sin, but to be redeemed.”
― Anne Rice, Blood Canticle

“I WANT to be a saint. I want to save souls by the millions. I want to do good far and wide. I want to fight evil! I want my life-sized statue in every church. I'm talking six feet tall, blond hair, blue eyes-.
Wait a second.
Do you know who I am?”
― Anne Rice, Blood Canticle

“Kindly go to Hell!
(Lestat to Oncle Julien's ghost)”
― Anne Rice, Blood Canticle

“Go ahead, throw this book away. Spit on me. Revile me. I dare you. Cast me out of your intellectual orbit. Throw me out of your backpack. Pitch me in the airport trash bin. Leave me on a bench in Central Park!
What do I care?
No. I don't want you to do all that. Don't do that.
DON'T DO IT!”
― Anne Rice, Blood Canticle

“Who knows about another's love? The more you love the more you know the burnt out loss of love, the more you heed the silence of unknowing in the face of another's spiritual bondage.”
― Anne Rice, Blood Canticle

“Love. Who knows about another’s love? The more you love the more you know the burnt out loss of love, the more you heed the silence of unknowing in the face of another’s spiritual bondage.”
― Anne Rice, Blood Canticle

“The big problem is not How to explain the existence of evil in this world. It's How to explain the existence of good.”
― Anne Rice, Blood Canticle

“Does anybody look better in rags than me?”
― Anne Rice, Blood Canticle

“Nuestro mayor error en todo el mundo es nuestra insistencia en considerar cada nuevo acontecimiento como una culminación o un clímax.”
― Anne Rice, Blood Canticle

“Beijei suas lágrimas. Quem dera que eu fosse mesmo santo. Quem dera eu
fosse o padre que estava parado junto do carro à sua espera, fingindo não ver que
nos beijávamos. O que era o beijo? O beijo mortal? Beijei sua boca novamente.
Um amor mortal e o tempo todo o desejo irresistível da ligação do sangue, não de
sua morte, não, Meu Deus, não, apenas a ligação do sangue, o conhecimento.”
― Anne Rice, Blood Canticle

“But before we cut to Present Time, let me have my little fantasy. I need it (Chapter 1).”
― Anne Rice, Blood Canticle

“Sometimes I think the theologians have got it backwards. The big problem is not How to explain the existence of evil in this world. It’s How to explain the existence of good.”
― Anne Rice, Blood Canticle

“Our biggest mistake worldwide is our insistence on perceiving every new development as a culmination or a climax. The great “at last” or “inth degree.” A constitutional fatalism continuously adjusts itself to the ever-changing present. A pervasive alarmism greets every advance. For two thousand years we have been getting “out of hand.”
― Anne Rice, Blood Canticle

“We must have the courage to embrace the beauty of science in the name of the Lord.”
― Anne Rice, Blood Canticle