No matter what he does and says, he will always give himself away. Demons are too full of hate and rage to be too clever. Don’t overestimate them. That might be as bad as underestimating them. And if you call him by name, he must answer you, so he’s not likely to try a disguise again.
Perhaps they could be (smart as angels), but their state of mind interferes intelligence. It interferes with their observations, and their conclusions. It interferes with everything that they do. Theirs is a hideous predicament. They refuse to admit that they have lost.
- Shmarya, Of Love and Evil -
Posts Tagged ‘Anne Rice’
Demons and Their Ways
11
Apr
Faith
08
Apr
There is mercy. And there is justice, and there is One who witnesses everything. And above all, there is love.
- Toby, Of Love and Evil -
Irony of Companionship
20
Dec
The Dark Trick never brings love, you see, it brings only the silence… We used to say it was Satan’s will, that the master and the fledgling not seek comfort in each other. It was Satan who had to be served, after all.
- Armand, The Vampire Lestat -
Others see you differently
19
Dec
If you could see yourself, hear your own voice, your music – which of course you play for yourself – you wouldn’t see darkness, Nicki. You’d see an illumination that is all your own. Somber, yes, but light and beauty come together in you in a thousand different patterns.
- Lestat, The Vampire Lestat -
Lone and Silence
17
Dec
I know how it is… you hate them. Because of what you’ve endured and what they don’t know. They haven’t the imagination to know what happened to you out there on the mountain. It was the same the first time I bore a child… I was in agony for twelve hours, and I felt trapped in pain, knowing the only release was the birth of my own death. When it was over, I had your brother Augustin in my arms, but I didn’t want anyone else near me. And it wasn’t because I blamed them. It was only that I’d suffered like that, hour after hour, that I’d gone into the circle of hell and come back out. They hadn’t been in the circle of hell. And I felt quiet all over. In this common occurrence, this vulgar act of giving birth, I understood the meaning of utter loneliness.
- Gabrielle, The Vampire Lestat -
