“And you must know we do not really change over time; we are as flowers unfolding, we merely become more nearly ourselves.”
More from Anne Rice
“Who will take care of me, my love, my dark angel, when you are gone?”
“Don't be afraid. I'm going to give you the choice I never had.”
“Goodnight sweet prince, may flights of devils wing you to your rest.”
“[smiling] And the more you tried, the more I wanted you.”