Anne rice

Speak to me of the dark gifts, I use them, I`m gentleman death in silk and lace, come to put out the candles.

In spite of all the refinements of society that conspired to make art the dizzying perfection of the string quartet or the sprawling grandeur of Fragonards canvases beauty was savage. It was as dangerous and lawless as the earth had been eons before man had one single coherent thought in his head or wrote codes of conduct on tablets of clay. Beauty was a Savage Garden.

This is a women's league. It's important to have coaches like Anne trailblazing away. ... Women are in the minority for head coaching positions. Anne is kind of the one carrying the load.

You're all living in a construction zone and it's not going to be pretty until it's over.

All wars are planned by old men In council rooms apart.