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Anne Rice
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October 30, 2024 - March 7, 2025
and my slaves, I couldn’t have endured
Not my SLAVES oh no no
He laughed uproariously when I discovered that I could see myself in a mirror
LMAO
I am the devil.’
Iktr
“You see, they represented the greatest loss to Lestat, because they stood on the threshold of the maximum possibility of life.
Being a vampire for him meant revenge. Revenge against life itself. Every time he took a life it was revenge. It was no wonder, then, that he appreciated nothing. The nuances of vampire existence weren’t even available to him because he was focused with a maniacal vengeance upon the mortal life he’d left. Consumed with hatred, he looked back. Consumed with envy, nothing pleased him unless he could take it from others; and once having it, he grew cold and dissatisfied, not loving the thing for itself; and so he went after something else. Vengeance, blind and sterile and contemptible.
But in seventeen ninety-five these slaves did not have the character which you’ve seen in films and novels of the South. They were not soft-spoken, brown-skinned people in drab rags who spoke an English dialect. They were Africans. And they were islanders; that is, some of them had come from Santo Domingo. They were very black and totally foreign; they spoke in their African tongues, and they spoke the French patois; and when they sang, they sang African songs which made the fields exotic and strange, always frightening to me in my mortal life. They were superstitious and had their own secrets
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First sentence spooked me but respect i guess anne rice
to use all his power as a white master
Oop
I hated him and wanted to leave him; yet could I leave him?
“Marvellous contraption, really
LOL
“Both were moral decisions. Both served a higher good, in the mind of the artist.
our eternal life was useless to us if we did not see the beauty around us, the creation of mortals everywhere;
There was something dreadfully sensual about her lounging on the settee in a tiny nightgown of lace and stitched pearls; she became an eerie and powerful seductress, her voice as clear and sweet as ever, though it had a resonance which was womanish, a sharpness sometimes that proved shocking.
Mane wat
he said, and he suddenly slapped his thigh.
AHAHA knee slap he a real one
‘I understand, I am just beginning, I am just beginning to understand.…’
I fw tht
Because, in truth, she was right;
Lmao dam this nigga aint shit in the books either
The measure of my hatred is that love. They are the same! Do you know now how much I hate you!’
As if the night had said to me, ‘You are the night and the night alone understands you and enfolds you in its arms.’
with a man’s pride I wanted to prove that to her, to humiliate her for what she had said to me, for the cheap vanity of her provocation and the eyes that looked away from me now in disgust.
What has died in this room tonight is the last vestige in me of what was human.’
Well tht was a lie
his face seeming to reflect on everything said.
this immortality becomes a penitential sentence
if the world were reduced to one empty cell and one fragile candle, I can’t help but see you studying that candle, absorbed in the flicker of its light, the change of its colors … how long could that sustain you … what possibilities would it create? Am I wrong? Am I such a crazed idealist?’
I get u
how in your complexity you are so profoundly simple.’
Hes fr me
‘You’re much changed,’ he said. ‘But in a way, you are much the same.’
“She. It seemed then that she had never existed.
‘You’ve come home again to me, Louis, haven’t you?’ And again he bit his lip and looked at me desperately.
Mans js a big baby under there
Then a sob burst from him and, covering his mouth with his hand,
LMAO
You talk about things that millions of us won’t ever taste or come to understand.
