Parenting & Family Quote by Anne Rice

Anne Rice is doing something quietly risky here: she’s refusing the tidy kind of “tolerance” that keeps categories intact and then ranks them. The first sentence lays out a roll call of faiths in a deliberately rhythmic, almost liturgical list - Christian, Jew, Moslem, Hindu, Buddhist - as if to rewire who counts as “children of God.” It’s not an argument built on doctrine; it’s a declaration of appetite. “I want” repeats like a drumbeat, making love sound less like a sentiment and more like a practice she’s choosing, even straining, to take on.

The subtext is a very specific skirmish inside modern Christianity: inclusion as a moral test, not an abstract virtue. Rice’s move is to keep the theological frame (“children of God”) while expanding its borders so far that the usual gatekeeping looks petty. That matters because she’s not writing as a politician or cleric; she’s a novelist whose career was built on outsiders, desire, transgression, the ache of being both drawn to and repelled by religion. This reads like someone who knows the pull of belief and the damage it can do when it becomes a club.

The second sentence sharpens the point by refusing the euphemisms. “Gay Christians and straight Christians” collapses the debate back into the church pew: these are not theoretical “lifestyles,” these are members. Love becomes the counter-authority - not approval, not agreement, just the insistence on shared belonging. In a culture war that thrives on sorting, Rice’s intent is unsorting.