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81 " How deeply I loved him, and how I didn’t want him to know. "
― Anne Rice , Blood And Gold (The Vampire Chronicles, #8)
82 " I can see all the stories of my life. I can pick and choose from among them. "
83 " Your words flow over me like warm water. They bring me comfort. I hunger for your images. I hunger for all you might say. "
84 " I had robbed myself of my own Child of the Blood by my splendid designs. "
85 " Let my stories do what stories always do. Let them keep you from your darker dreams and from your darker journey. Let them keep you here. "
86 " I left the splendid city of Venice with her glittering palaces and I withdrew to the chilly mountain sanctuary, and I knew that the fate of Amadeo was sealed. "
87 " He adored me. And though my paintings terrified him, something in his deep soul allowed him to worship my seeming talent-the deftness of my composition, my vibrant colors, my graceful speed. "
88 " He wanted the truth and knew he could not get it by hostile means. "
89 " No matter how long we exist, we have our memories—points in time which time itself cannot erase. Suffering may distort my backward glances, but even to suffering, some memories will yield nothing of their beauty or their splendor. Rather they remain as hard as gems. "
90 " He could not paint, he could not touch the brushes. It was as if the colors, when raw, burnt his eyes. "
91 " Did everyone know he was the boy I kept? My minion, my lover, my secret treasure? "
92 " There was something stubborn here, something directed entirely towards our love. And how it tempted me, how it drew from me the most complete devotion. "
93 " Mael wore the astonished expression of an innocent. "
94 " I heard the mortal voices around as if they were kisses. I thought: You are among them, it is truly as if you were one of them. It is truly as if you are alive. "
95 " Anger did move me and perhaps in the wrong way. "
96 " The memories inside him tormented him like a cancer, yet he could not see them and know them for what they were. "
97 " He is irresistible, but what am I to do? I claimed him once, declaring him my very own, and now I treat his misery with the blood I wish that I could give him. Yet in treating his misery, I hope to cure him not for me, but for the wide world. "
98 " I had slain all sense of time. "
99 " Things were happening too fast. My earlier judgments were shaken, and the beauty of Amadeo grew with each passing night. "
100 " He had a dawning sense of how much delight awaited him. "