Anne Rice Quotes

I want to sleep for eternity with a broad smile on my face. I want those who remain behind to say this man has done his duty.

O fool, what else is sleep but chill death's likeness?

Sleep in a world, your final sleep has woken

Keep us, Lord, so awake in the duties of our calling that we may sleep in thy peace and wake in thy glory.

Let me just be in the ground. Let me just be in the ground and go to sleep.

I will ge glad to have done with this life forever.

I wondered vaguely if this was when it would end, whether I would pull up tonight's darkness like a quilt and be dead and at peace evermore.

When I do eventually drop, I pray to God that it'll happen in one of three ways. Firstly, on stage or leaving the stage, then secondly in my sleep. And the third way? You'll have to figure that out for yourself!

Suddenly, I viddied what I had to do, and what I had wanted to do, and that was to do myself in; to snuff it, to blast off for ever out of this wicked, cruel world. One moment of pain perhaps and, then, sleep forever, and ever and ever.

The dead they sleep a long, long sleep; The dead they rest, and their rest is deep; The dead have peace, but the living weep.

Why do people want to pretend that death is sleep? It isn't. It isn't.

Death is the quiet haven of us all.

My spirit will sleep in peace; or if it thinks, it will not surely think thus. Farewell.

Death, like a host, comes smiling to the door; Smiling, he greets us, on that tranquil shore Where neither piping bird nor peeping dawn Disturbs the eternal sleep, But in the stillness far withdrawn Our dreamless rest for evermore we keep.

Is that what death would feel like? The nicest, warmest, heaviest never-ending nap? If that’s what it’s like, I wouldn’t mind.

Cam: She is so lovely when she sleeps. Daniel: Is that why you wanted her to sleep for all eternity?

I am going to put myself to sleep now for a bit longer than usual. Call it Eternity

There is nothing frightening about an eternal dreamless sleep. Surely it is better than eternal torment in Hell and eternal boredom in Heaven.

Sleep is cousin-german unto death: Sleep and death differ, no more, than a carcass And a skeleton.

Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, morn of toil, nor night of waking.

Sleep, the type of death, is also, like that which it typifies, restricted to the earth. It flies from hell and is excluded from heaven.

Your dead sleep quietly, at least, Captain, out of reach of sharks" "Yes, sir, of sharks and men.

...the temptation, which consisted of a single word written on the cemetary of the defeated: Sleep.