“Like all strong people, she suffered always a measure of loneliness; she was a marginal outsider, a secret infidel of a certain sort.”
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.”