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Anne Rice
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June 28 - August 3, 2025
“People who cease to believe in God or goodness altogether still believe in the devil. I don’t know why. No, I do indeed know why. Evil is always possible. And goodness is eternally difficult.
Like all strong people, she suffered always a measure of loneliness; she was a marginal outsider, a secret infidel of a certain sort.
The conflict lies between the morals of the artist and the morals of society, not between aesthetics and morality.
What if, after Lestat’s infusion of blood, she’d been put in a grave, closed up in it until the preternatural drive for blood caused her to break the stone door of the vault that held her, what then would her mind have been, starved, as it were, to the breaking point? Her body might have saved itself when no mind remained. And through the world she would have blundered, ravaging where she could, as we saw these creatures do. That was how she explained them.
‘I don’t know if God exists,’ I said. ‘And for all I do know … He doesn’t exist.’ “ ‘Then no sin matters,’ he said. ‘No sin achieves evil.’