Anne Rice Quotes

The prince is never going to come. Everyone knows that; and maybe sleeping beauty's dead.

I wanted the feeling of romance and the sense of wonder I had known as a kid. I wanted the world to be what they had promised me it was going to be - instead of the tawdry, lousy fouled-up mess it is.

Well, I don't ever get excited. I haven't been excited since I got a Chopper bicycle when I was about 12. Once you get older you realise there's always a catch to everything. So when I get, say, a commission to make a TV show, the catch is that you have to deliver something and then the sense of responsibility overwhelms the joy of the occasion.

I slept with faith and found a corpse in my arms on awakening; I drank and danced all night with doubt and found her a virgin in the morning.

How disappointment tracks the steps of hope.

I do not write often now - not for want of something to say, but from a loathing of all I see and hear. Why dwell upon it?

Cynicism stems from disappointment. Cynical and faithless people were not always like that. They were filled with possibilities and hope as kids. But they tried and perhaps failed.

If I could get my membership fee back, I'd resign from the human race.

Obama ran on a platform of unmitigated optimism - a promise to usher in a brighter day for America. But there could hardly be a greater contrast between his pledge and his performance in office, between his commitment to the nation and his current abandonment of all hope.

Vain hopes are like certain dreams of those who wake.

God, that dumping ground of our dreams.

I sense that the road to Heaven is paved with dashed hopes.

Marriage is the death of hope.

Their lives have been largely defined by failure and you would think the prospect of marriage, which is supposed to be bountiful and hopeful, it's just really another kind of tangential thing in his life.

Nothing is more sad than the death of an illusion.

A cynic is not merely one who reads bitter lessons from the past; he is one who is prematurely disappointed in the future.

Fiction is about small ambition, small failed ambition, small disappointed hope.

The devastating scale and frequency of my disappointment was proof of how much I still expected and wanted from the world, of what high hopes I still had for it.

I grew up in Flint, Michigan so I'm used to broken promises so I don't look forward to anything. I look forward to the now. I don't even like planning trips more than a week ahead because you don't know how you're going to feel a week from now.

I guess that I have nothing more to aspire for.

Living in hope is a really terrible thing.

What I've learned is that there is nothing in this life that does not fail to disappoint us, even our own deaths.

Disillusion is the last illusion.

Promises. I was drowning in promises.

She had waited all her life for something, and it had killed her when it found her.