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61 " The piano sang on in crashing cascades, the rapid notes melting as fast as they were born, so like the last thin snowflakes of the winter, vanishing before they strike the pavements. "
― Anne Rice , The Vampire Armand (The Vampire Chronicles, #6)
62 " I can’t think of the fate of these pages, except that they are very much for her, as I mentioned to you before, and if I’m allowed to title them I think it will be Symphony for Sybelle. "
63 " Sybelle is obsessed with one thing, and that is playing the piano. For the first time she laid her hands on the keys she has wanted nothing else. "
64 " It was very easy for me to discern, without revealing my own presence, that an entire world of vampires mourned for me with greater anguish and tears than I could ever have predicted. "
65 " My love for Daniel had never been entirely honest, and always viciously possessive, and quite entangled with my own hatred of the world at large, and my confusion in the face of the baffling modern times which had begun to open up to me when I emerged in the late years of the Eighteenth Century from the catacombs beneath Paris. "
66 " I caught him as if he were the love of my young life, and unwound the wool from around the artery where I would feed. He begged me to stop, to name my price. How still my Master looked, watching only me, as the man begged and I ignored him, merely feeling for this large-pulsing irresistible vein. "
67 " I stayed there for three nights with him, talking about the mysterious islands of England with him, "
68 " Why must I see him brought low like this when it had taken so many decades to cement my love for him forever? "
69 " Daniel himself had no use for the world, and had come to me hungering for our Dark Blood, his brain swimming with macabre, grotesque tales which Louis de Pointe du Lac had told him. "
70 " Not made by human hands, you see, but by the power invested in me, which passed through me and I had only to take up the brush and there the Virgin and the Saints were mine to discover. "
71 " Heaping every luxury upon him, I only sickened him with mortal sweets so that finally he turned from the riches I offered, becoming a vagabond. "
72 " I think you were made for this; for reassuring, and given to us, if I may speculate, to force us to see our catastrophes in the new light of modern conscience. "
73 " Mad, roaming the streets in rags, he shut out the world almost to the point of death, and I, weak, muddled, tormented by his beauty and lusting for the living man and not the vampire he might become, only brought him over to us through the working of the Dark Trick because he would have died otherwise. "
74 " There was never any innocence for us, there was never any springtime. There was never any chance, no matter how beautiful the twilight gardens in which we wandered. Our souls were too out of tune, our desires crossed and our resentments to common and too well watered for the final flowering. "
75 " It was an old tale. It was too old. "
76 " Would that it were true, would that all the poems and paintings of the world were but a mirror of such hopeful splendor. "