I loved words. I love to sing them and speak them and even now, I must admit, I have fallen into the joy of writing them.
Interpretation
The quote expresses a deep affection for words and the joy of creative expression through writing and speaking.
In this quote, Anne Rice shares her passion for language, highlighting the delight she finds in the act of using words. The love for words transcends mere communication for her; it encompasses singing, speaking, and writing, all of which provide her with joy and fulfillment in her creative endeavors.
In practice
This quote can be shared during a writing workshop to inspire creativity.
From my stone pillow I have dreamed dreams of the mortal world above. I have heard its voices, its new music, as lullabies as I lie in my grave. I have envisioned its fantastical discoveries. I have known its courage in the timeless sanctum of my thoughts. And though it shuts me out with its dazzling forms, I long for one with the strength to roam it fearlessly, to ride the Devil's Road through its heart.
We all suffer under a curse, the curse that we know more than we can endure, and there is nothing, absolutely nothing we can do about the force and the lure of this knowledge.
And so this young one, this young one whom I had so loved, I had to forsake, no matter how broken my heart, no matter how lonely my soul, no matter how bruised my intellect and spirit.
Dear God, help me. Do not forget me on this tiny cinder lost in a galaxy that is lostβa heart no bigger than a speck of dust beating, beating against death, against meaninglessness, against guilt, against sorrow.
The vampires have always been metaphors for me. They've always been vehicles through which I can express things I have felt very, very deeply.
In the very depths of Hell, do not demons love one another?
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea.
Writing is more about imagination than anything else. I fell in love with words. I fell in love with storytelling.
And the idea of just wandering off to a cafe with a notebook and writing and seeing where that takes me for awhile is just bliss.
Through the ingenuousness of her age beamed an ardent mind, a mind not of the women but of the poet; she did not please, she intoxicated.
The ugly can be beautiful. The pretty, never.
I was a very observant child. Almost anything could become a song to me.
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