I tucked my arm under my head and started crying like a child. I was perishing from exhaustion. I was worn and miserable and I loved crying. I couldn’t do anything else. I gave in to it fully. I felt that profound release of the utterly grief-stricken. I didn’t give a damn who saw or heard. I cried and cried.
Anne RiceAbout author
- Author's profession: Novelist, Writer
- Nationality: american
- Born: October 4, 1941
- Died: August 5, 1972