It was as if this night were only one of thousands of nights, world without end, night curving into night to make a great arching line of which I couldn’t see the end, a night in which I roamed alone under cold, mindless stars.
Anne RiceAbout author
- Author's profession: Novelist, Writer
- Nationality: american
- Born: October 4, 1941
- Died: August 5, 1972