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Anne Rice
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January 25 - February 7, 2025
It’s a wonder that I didn’t foresee the cataclysm, but then I never really envision the finish of anything that I start.
And by the way, when these other characters think or say of me that I am beautiful or irresistible, etc., don’t think I put these words in their heads. I didn’t!
I can’t help being a gorgeous fiend. It’s just the card I drew.
ugh lo amo
We live in a world of accidents finally, in which only aesthetic principles have a consistency of which we can be sure.
If the mind can find no meaning, then the senses give it. Live for this, wretched being that you are.
the heavy gold locket he always wore—the amulet, as Armand called it with his unacknowledged yet irrepressible flair for the dramatic—which held the tiny vial of Armand’s blood.
Within months, however, these shattering silent confrontations had given way to more vigorous assaults. He woke in a hotel room in Prague to find Armand standing over him, crazed, violent.
What are you, an immortal idiot? I will do no such thing!” How surprised Armand had looked. “All right, I’ll call Paris for you. But you pay the bill.” “But of course,”
He loved it not because it looked like a gentle, thoughtful young man, but because it was ghastly and awful and loathsome,
He loved it the way people love evil, because it thrills them to the core of their souls.
te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras,
secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma.
“You are mine, beautiful boy,”
during the hundreds upon hundreds of films that Armand dragged him to see.
armand cinéfilo es canon
At last particular movies struck his fancy. Over and over he watched Ridley Scott’s Blade Runner,
But how many times could a mortal watch it? For Armand there seemed no end.
yo con cmbyn
No resolution in words was ever reached. It would end with the embrace, the kiss, the blood stinging him, the shroud of dreams closing over him like a great net, hunger! I love you! Give me more! Yes, more. But never enough. It was useless.
Such a rare thing to see Armand truly angry. Ah, how Daniel loved this anger!
and how he loved the sudden sense of purpose, illusory though it might be.
She had no name for two weeks as she languished in the county hospital, condemned for hours to the sterility and coldness of machines;
yo?
You can study the signature of Lestat if you like. Lestat does everything in a big way—covers half the page with his magnificent lettering.
I cannot imagine why not. It is small but very pretty.
Gracias Claudia por la mejor parte del libro hasta el momento
“I love it well enough the way you turned out,” he had whispered with a sudden irrepressible smile,
Oh, we shall go to the stars together! Nothing can stop us.
the creature’s mind was a perfect blank; not so much as a glimmer of personality escaped from it.
no matter how far you walk, you come again to the same mountains, the same valley.”
He knew no fear, no plans or dreams. And why not? He had this extremely powerful creature to take care of him. He was a damn sight luckier than the rest.
Ah, memory was too ghastly a thing. Let his past lives slip into oblivion!
How many times had Khayman seen such a gesture between immortals, the young one verifying for himself the texture and hardness of the elder’s flesh. Hadn’t some Christian saint slipped his hand in Christ’s wounds because the sight of them had not been sufficient?
And you must know we do not really change over time; we are as flowers unfolding, we merely become more nearly ourselves.”
I saw him close the lid. Across the damp brick floor, he walked to yet another coffin. And this one he opened reverently, as if it were a casket containing a rare prize.
Even as mortals learn year by year that they are older and weaker, so immortals must learn that they are stronger
“Your Amadeo.”
Déjalo tranquilo maldito enfermo !!!
“Come into my arms, young one, I can live without you no more.”
a tender vulnerability that he associated exclusively with women though now and then he found it in a very young man.
Machista y pedófilo
“Free to die?” Marius responded. “We are always free to die, aren’t we? What we must have now is the courage to do it, if indeed it is the right thing to do.”
It seemed these ancient ones thought statements of absolute truth were a comfort; what a curious combination of vitality and passivity they were. Had it been so at the dawn of recorded history?
“I’ve always been my own teacher,” I said soberly. “And I must confess I’ve always been my favorite pupil as well.”
Soft green hills stretched out before me in hallucinatory perfection—a world without war or deprivation in which women roamed free and unafraid, women who even under provocation would shrink from the common violence that lurks in the heart of every man.
I cannot turn this earth into a garden, I cannot create the Eden of human imagination—unless I eliminate the males almost completely.”
She might be onto something
And we shall see for the first time since man lifted the club to strike down his brother, the world that women would make and what women have to teach men. And only when men can be taught, will they be allowed to run free among women again!”
“And what I shall make is Eden, the Eden all long for, and it shall be better than nature!
the utter abusive and amoral violence of nature shall be redeemed.
A male is only an aberration and a matter of function.
I love you because you are so perfectly what is wrong with all things male.
Le dijeron machito final boss
Even the young ones, who must take life, I struggle in my mind to find some way to protect them. Is this evil of me? Or are we not a species, and do we not share the desire of any species to live on?
“You are the damnedest creature!” he whispered. “You make me think of the old story about Alexander the Great. He wept when there were no more worlds to conquer. Will you weep when there are no more rules to break?” “Ah, but there are always rules to break.”
he looked so very nearly like himself in the old century that it made the ache in me deepen unbearably.
“Lestat, Marius will be furious if you do this!” he said earnestly, his face sharpening, the whole picture of high cheekbones and dark probing green eyes firing beautifully. “The cardinal rule is—” “Louis, you’re making it irresistible!” I said.
“And I love to hear you say it, Louis. I need to hear you say it. I don’t think anyone will ever say it quite like you do. Come on, say it again. I’m a perfect devil. Tell me how bad I am. It makes me feel so good!”
