Anne Rice

Time erases all such things and the memories are indeed intolerable.

What could be more hideous than to constantly live within yourself, to be so lonely?

Evil. The word leaves a taste in the air, like the smoke of a burned match.

But why hate me? I demand lightheartedly. What have I done to you? Climb down to the nursery and peek into the bed, the sleeping children, my daughter dying... yes, and it was you, you... why hate me for that?

The point is that we are not misunderstanding each other, you're just uncomfortable with the reality of what I am.

Evil is always possible. And goodness is eternally difficult.

There's no sense to living forever if you have to be alone.

There is no God. No devil either. It's all here and now. No more metaphysics. No more mystery. It's just a matter of studying the physical phenomena of the world we live in.

Nature is evil; God is wishful thinking and laughter is a madness of the blood.

The world changes, we do not, therein lies the irony that kills us.

Out of evil, much good has come to me. By keeping quiet, repressing nothing, remaining attentive, and by accepting reality.

God has deliberately withheld his presence. Perhaps he is weary of being blamed for humanity's crimes and absurdities.