Quotes from Laurell K. Hamilton

He smiled and extended a hand. I knew you would do it, ma petite. You arrogant son of a bitch. I smashed the shotgun butt into his stomach. He doubled over just enough. I hit him in the jaw. . He rocked back. Get out of my mind!

What's your name? Donald. Hi, Donald, missed you at the wienie roast.

Your heart is not a wound to be poked at to see if the scab is ready to come off. You can be healed of that very old pain, if you'll just let it happen. (Marianne)

Zerbrowski said, I only ever understood one woman, and she was kind enough to marry me so I didn't have to decipher anyone else.

Richard has informed me he is shopping for his white picket fence. I'm happy behind my black wrought iron fence. The one with the pointy spikes on top. White never really was my color.

I don't want him hurt because he got out of hand with me. Yet you would have shot him. I shrugged. I never said I was consistent, just serious.

Why is it that most things you might willingly do under other circumstances become distasteful when you have no choice?

A crowd is an elemental thing. A word, a glance, and a crowd becomes a mob.

No, death hadn't changed [Willie] much. But just in case, I avoided looking directly into his eyes. It was standard policy for dealing with vampires. He was a slime bucket, but now he was an undead slime bucket.

Memphis and I both looked at Olaf, as if he'd spoken in tongues. I think neither of us had expected anything useful from the corpse fondling. Damn.

So many of us had been armed that there were holsters and weapons scattered among the passed-out bodies like mercenary prizes in a fleshy Cracker Jack box.

the true way to a man's heart is six inches of metal between his ribs." You have to love Anita Blake… ...

Anita can speak for herself, Richard said. Jean-Claude's attention flicked back to me. That is certainly true. But I came to see how the two of you enjoyed the play. And pigs fly, I said. You don't believe me? Not hardly, I said.

Even officers who don't approve of your lifestyle choices would still take you as backup over Kirkland, or most anyone else. They'd say how you're bad for shaking up with vampires and wereleopards, but in a firefight they'd take your vampire-loving, furry-fucking ass over most anyone else's.

I know that look, Blake. You are a drowning woman, and the only way out is down the aisle.

I'm a Christian, but if God is truly a God of love, then why would he have a private torture chamber where he put people that he was suppose to love and forgive to punish forever? if you actually read the Bible, the idea of hell like in the movies and most books was invented by a writer. Dante's inferno was ripped off by the Church to give people something to ba afraid of...

I try not to be cruel, just persistent. There are days when the difference is pretty damn slight.

she was just that shiver that makes you walk faster at night. You don't know why you do it, but some part of you remembers that the dark is never really empty. ~Anita

No 'Good evening, Jean-Claude, how are you doing?' Just down to business. How terribly rude,ma petite . - Jean-Claude

I wanted to say something brilliant. My God, Holmes, how did you know the zombie was hiding in the flower pot? But I couldn't lie.

His parting shot to me had been, I don't want to love someone who is more at home with the monsters than I am. What do you say to that? What can you say? Damned if I know. They say love conquers everything. They lie.

Tell that to the BTK killer," I said. "He was a churchgoer, raised two kids, married, and resisted the urge to kill for decades. He was a person, but he was a monster, too

He made a small sigh, as he swallowed the first blood, then his mouth closed over my earlobe, mouth working at the wound, tongue coaxing blood from the wound. He pressed his body the length of mine, one hand cupping my turned head, the other playing down the line of my body. Maybe it was just blood, but I never stroked my steak while eating it.

One of the many reasons that Padma will always be a secondary power on the Council is his belief that all power must be taken, that all power must come through fear. True power comes when others offer it to you and you merely accept it as a gift, not as the spoils of some personal war.