Memnoch the Devil Quotes

“Believe in angels? Then believe in vampires. Believe in me. There are worse things on earth.”
― Anne Rice, Memnoch the Devil

“Sometimes fear is a warning. It's like someone putting a hand on your shoulder and saying Go No Farther.”
― Anne Rice, Memnoch the Devil

“Heaven would be Hell in no time if every cruel, selfish, vicious soul went to Heaven.”
― Anne Rice, Memnoch the Devil

“Do you know what I think about crying? I think some people have to learn to do it. But once you learn, once you know how to really cry, there's nothing quite like it. I feel sorry for those who don't know the trick. It's like whistling or singing.”
― Anne Rice, Memnoch the Devil

“Our language needs endless synonyms for beautiful; the eyes could see what the tongue cannot possibly describe.”
― Anne Rice, Memnoch the Devil

“In the Savage Garden you shine beautifully, my friend. You walk as if it is your garden to do with as you please. And in my wanderings, I always return to you. I always return to see the colours of the garden in your shadow, or reflected in your eyes, perhaps, or to hear of your latest follies and mad obsessions.”
― Anne Rice, Memnoch the Devil

“‎There's no way to cheat a sensualist like me, somebody who can die laughing for hours over the pattern of the carpet in a hotel lobby.”
― Anne Rice, Memnoch the Devil

“Maybe this is madness. Maybe that's what Hell is. You go mad. And all your demons come and get you just as fast as you can think them up.”
― Anne Rice, Memnoch the Devil

“God, why didn't you make us all dogs?”
― Anne Rice, Memnoch the Devil

“You look good to me, you damnable little devil, good to embrace and good to love.”
― Anne Rice, Memnoch the Devil

“How could anyone love Him? What did you just tell me yourself about the world? Don't you see, everybody hates God now. It's not that God is dead in the twentieth century. It's that everybody hates Him! At least I think so.”
― Anne Rice, Memnoch the Devil

“The atheism and nihilism of my earlier years now seems shallow, and even a bit cocky.”
― Anne Rice, Memnoch the Devil

“-You are on the verge of being truly mad.
-No, not at all. Look at me. I can tie my shoelaces. See?”
― Anne Rice, Memnoch the Devil

“Oh, but when love is reached through suffering, it has a power it can never gain through innocence.”
― Anne Rice, Memnoch the Devil

“And my dark soul is happy again, because it does not know how to be anything else for very long, and because the pain is a deep dark sea in which I would drown if I did not sail my little craft steadily over the surface, towards a sun which will never rise.”
― Anne Rice, Memnoch the Devil

“I don't like myself, you know. I love myself, of course, I'm committed to myself till my dying day. But I don't like myself.”
― Anne Rice, Memnoch the Devil

“I saw the Light,saw the myriad spirits flying loose up the Tunnel towards the celestial blaze, the Tunnel perfectly round and widening as they rose and for one blessed moment, one blessed tiny instant, the songs of Heaven resounded down the tunnel as if its curves were not made of wind but of something solid that could echo these ethereal songs, and their organized rhythm, their heartbreaking beauty piercing the catastrophic suffering of this place-Lestat”
― Anne Rice, Memnoch the Devil

“I tucked my arm under my head and started crying like a child. I was perishing from exhaustion. I was worn and miserable and I loved crying. I couldn’t do anything else. I gave in to it fully. I felt that profound release of the utterly grief-stricken. I didn’t give a damn who saw or heard. I cried and cried.”
― Anne Rice, Memnoch the Devil

“If you read this, read it for that reason that Lestat is talking again, that he is frightened, that he is searching desperately for the lesson and for the song and for the raison d'etre, that he wants to understand his own story and he wants you to understand it, and that it is the very best story he has right now to tell. If that's not enough, read something else.
If it is, read on. In chains, to my friend and my scribe, I dictated these words.
Come with me. Just listen to me. Don't leave me alone.”
― Anne Rice, Memnoch the Devil

“Yes, something about the fabric of life ripping for a moment so you glimpsed things you shouldn’t have seen.”
― Anne Rice, Memnoch the Devil

“We have souls, you and I. We want to know things; we share the same earth, rich and verdant and fraught with perils. We don't either of us know what it means to die, no matter what we might say to the contrary.”
― Anne Rice, Memnoch the Devil

“You understand the fundamental principle of an icon, don’t you? “Inspired by God”
“Not made by hands” “Supposedly directly imprinted upon the background material by God Himself”
All Icons fundamentally were the work of God. A revelation in material form. And sometimes new icon could be made from another simply by pressing a new cloth to the original and a magic transfer would occur.”
― Anne Rice, Memnoch the Devil

“I crossed the street. The snow felt rather good, but then I’m a monster.”
― Anne Rice, Memnoch the Devil

“Despair is so familiar to me; it could be banished by the sight of a beautiful mannekin 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, Memnoch the Devil

“The waiter had set down the hot drinks, and the steam did feel glorious. The piano played Satie ever so softly. Life was almost worth living, even for a son of a bitch of a monster like myself.”
― Anne Rice, Memnoch the Devil

“My hands were…my strange white, slender, glittering hands.”
― Anne Rice, Memnoch the Devil

“He seemed even younger now, as though he were traveling backwards in time, in his mind, or merely becoming innocent, as if the dead, if they are going to stick around, have a right to remember their innocence.”
― Anne Rice, Memnoch the Devil

“He bent close to me, and suddenly kissed me, in a manner that seemed entirely childlike and also a bit European.”
― Anne Rice, Memnoch the Devil

“In a way, he made me think of a doll, with brilliant glass eyes - a doll that had been found in an attic. I wanted to polish him with kisses, clean him up, make him even more radiant than he was. "That's what you always wanted," he said softly. His tone was melancholy. "When you found me under Les Innocents, you wanted to bathe me with perfume and dress me in velvet."
"You look good to me, you damnable little devil, good to emgrace and good to love." My tone was angry. We eyed each other for a moment. And then he surpised me, rising and coming towards me just as I moved to take him in my arms. His gesture wasn't tentative, but it was extremely gentle. We held each other tight for a moment. The cold embracing the cold. "I can't remember anything sad bweween us, " I said.
"You will," he responded. "And so will I. But what does it matter what we remember?"
"Yes," I said. "We're both still here.”
― Anne Rice, Memnoch the Devil

“We are never entirely sure about each other’s powers. It’s all a game. I would no more have asked him how he got here, or in what manner, than I would ask a mortal man how precisely he made love to his wife.”
― Anne Rice, Memnoch the Devil