"Not to resort to trite musical theater references at the eleventh hour, but Iâve been through Nixon, Reagan, two Bushes, and Iâm still here. And kiddies, if I can survive all that and more, weâll survive this too."
"It was as if the empty nights were made for thinking of him. And sometimes I found myself so vividly aware of him it was as if he had only just left the room and the ring of his voice were still there. And somehow, there was a disturbing comfort in that, and, despite myself, Iâd envision his face."
"I had a dream about youâŠI dreamed that we were moving through the world together, you and I, and we were both serene and strong. I dreamed we fed on the evildoerâŠand as we looked about ourselves we felt awe and sorrow at the mysteries we beheld. But we were strong. We would go on forever. And we talked. Our conversation went on and on."
"So we reach into the raging chaos, and we pluck some small glittering thing, and we cling to it, and tell ourselves it has meaning, and that the world is good, and we are not evil, and we will all go home in the end"
"For one moment I thought of my beloved Louis. No doubt he was in his crumbling little house in its deep swampy garden in New Orleans, reading by the light of the moon as he always did, or giving in to one shuddering candle should the night be cloudy and dark."
âLestat - The Tale of the Body Thief (Anne Rice)
"Lestat embraced his companion Louis, and they kissed on the mouth, as the mortal musicians put their arms around both of them."
âQueen of the Damned (Anne Rice)
"All the reading I was ever given to do in school was always heterosexual. Every movie I saw was heterosexual and I had to do the translation. I had to translate it to my life rather than seeing my life. Which is why when people say to me, âYour work is not really gay work, itâs universal.â And I say, âUp yours.â You know? Itâs gay and that you can take it and to translate it for your own life is very nice but, at last, I donât have to do the translating, you do."
"
“Margon’s not tired of Stuart, is he?” he asked suddenly. “He understands, doesn’t he, that Stuart is just so damned exuberant!”
“Are you serious?” Felix laughed softly. “Margon loves Stuart.” He dropped his voice to a confidential whisper. “You must be a very sound sleeper, Reuben Golding. Why, it’s Zeus carrying off Ganymede just about every night.”
Reuben laughed in spite of himself. Actually he was not much of a sound sleeper, or certainly not every night.
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âThe Wolves of Midwinter by Anne Rice