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161 " I didn’t stand and take stock of what I meant to do. Rather I went at it fiercely, covering the wall in great glowing patches, making the usual garden which obsessed me, and the nymphs and goddesses whose forms were so familiar to my mind. "
― Anne Rice , Blood And Gold (The Vampire Chronicles, #8)
162 " These creatures had no names for me. They might have come from any verse in Ovid, or from the writing of Lucretius, or indeed from the blind poet, Homer. It was no matter to me. I lost myself in depicting uplifted arms and graceful throats, in painting oval faces and garments blowing gently in the breeze. "
163 " He’s spoken of visions. He has crossed a great sea and seen a wondrous celestial city. He has seen that all things are made of love. All things! Do you understand?”“I do,” I said.“He has seen a city of glass as he described it,” she said, “made of love as are all growing things. He has seen priests from his homeland and these priests have told him that it is not his time to reach the city. They have sent him back.” She appealed to me. “They are right, are they not,” she asked, “these priests he’s seen? It is not his time to die. "
164 " I wanted nights to memorize this painting. I wanted at once to listen at the portals of scholars who could tell me what it was about, for I couldn’t possibly decipher it! I need knowledge for this. And more than anything, its sheer beauty spoke to my soul. "
165 " He was dying, no matter what his visions had told him, and no slight tender kiss of blood could save him now. "
166 " All my gloomy years were gone as if a million candles had been lighted in this chapel. "
167 " Had I ever loved anyone more than I loved him? Had I ever revealed more of my soul to anyone than I revealed to him? "
168 " I had to know who this painter was. I had to see his work. I had fallen in love with him. Was he young? Was he old? Was he alive? Was he dead? I had to know. "
169 " He was a boy dying here whom few would remember except for me. "
170 " I could smell the catacombs on his garments. I could smell death on him as though he had lain down with his mortal remains. But he was handsome, fine of build and proportion as Avicus had been, not unlike Avicus at all. "
171 " I have heard of you for a hundred years. I have dreamt of the moment when we would come upon each other. Satan has brought us together. Only to you would I give up my leadship. Come see my lair with its hundreds of skulls. "
172 " They may be dreams of the feverish mind. They may be phantoms wrapped in the garments of memory. "
173 " Your lair with its hundreds of skulls?” I repeated. “You think I wish to rule there? Tonight I’ve seen paintings of such beauty I can’t describe them to you. Magnificent works rich in color and brilliance. The city surrounds me with its beautiful allurements. "
174 " Beautiful Marius,” he said, as if he were far older than I would ever be. “Beautiful Marius who gave me Venice. Beautiful Marius, give me the Blood. "
175 " You’re too clever for your creed, my friend. Forsake it. "
176 " ¿No bastaba eso para seducirla sin contemplaciones, para forzarla a aceptar la sangre vampírica y luego decir: ‘No, tesoro, no te he arrebatado la vida, si no que te ofrezco una eternidad conmigo’? "
177 " Amadeo,” I said, kissing him once again as the blood flowed over my lips and into his mouth, “what was your name in that lost land?” Again I filled my mouth with blood and I gave it to him. “Reach back for the past, child, and make it part of the future. "
178 " I had sparked something in him. I could see it in his black eyes. He was drawn to me, drawn to my world, but he couldn’t admit it. "
179 " I confided again that I wanted him, I wanted to share my loneliness. I wanted to share all that I could teach him and give! "
180 " He drew closer as if I were a light and he wanted to be in it. "