The horror was this: the others.
Anne Rice, The Wolf Gift.
“Truth is a risky proposition. It's the nature of mediocre human beings to believe that lies are necessary, that they serve a purpose, that truth is subversive, that candor is dangerous, that the ve...”
“First time my masters in English literature ever proved useful.”
“What if the drive to survive was a form of faith, a form of prayer?”
“But Marchent, most journalists cant be trusted. You do know that, dont you?”
“...what was the good of being a movie werewolf? You howled at the moon; you couldn't remember what you did, and then somebody shot you.”
“Who could trust language?”
“I do not love men: I love what devours them.”
“Despite my ghoulish reputation, I really have the heart of a small boy. I keep it in a jar on my desk.”
“Part of his mind was screaming, but it was a distant one and easy to ignore.”
“So, let us summon a new spirit of patriotism, of responsibility, where each of us resolves to pitch in and work harder and look over not only ourselves, but each other.”
“We are fascinated, all of us, by the implacable otherness of others. And we wish to penetrate by hypothesis, by daydream, by scientific investigation those leaden walls that encase the human spirit...”
“The trick is that as long as you know who you are and what makes you happy, it doesn't matter how others see you.”