The vampire for me is a metaphor for the outsider, the outcast, the predator in all of us —- the lonely one, the heart and soul that feels immortal even when it knows that we all die. Vampire characters help me to talk about reality. They always have. When I’m with Lestat, and Armand and Louis, and Gabrielle, I’m in the real world. All colors blaze bright and music soars to Heaven and I’m not lonely for a while, I’m safe. And that’s why I write about them and through them and with them.
– Anne Rice
When she writes things like this I can’t help but love her somewhat (despite all the reasons not to), because when I/we read the VC, all colors blaze bright and music soars to Heaven and I’m not lonely for a while, I’m safe. And that’s why I read about them and through them and with them.
You know what I mean? She’s brought us together with this fantasy world, and if that isn’t magic in itself, to create a fandom and bring together friends (and lovers!) for life, or even temporarily, I don’t know what is.
[Portait of Anne Rice by remcovanstraten]