Quotes from Laurell K. Hamilton

The police await us, our men stand in the cold, and you don't like your coat! Such delicate sensibilities for someone who just fucked a stranger on the floor in front of us all!

My purse, like all purses, seems to have a traveling black hole in it.

Nill illigitamus carborundum

You should hit him in the face with frying pans more often, Said Rhys he seems to like it

Edward: I don't know whether to put my fingers in my ears and go la-la-la or find more of your guards so we can take bets.

I will go to my grave seeing the look on your face at the last. Keep it up and you'll go sooner than later.

I so wanted out of this conversation, but it was like a car accident: Once you started spinning, you could only wait and see what you hit.

trust me, Anita, if you get dead, especially if he blames himself in any way, he will be a force of destruction looking for a place to be aimed. And he's blamed himself for introducing you to Olaf here from the get-go. If Olaf did to you what he's done to some of his other victims, Edward would drown the world in blood to erase those images.

I kissed him on the cheek and left to find Bobby Lee. Him, I trusted to be in the line of fire. But it was more than that: I wasn't sleeping with bobby Lee. I didn't love him. Sometimes love makes you selfish. Sometimes it makes you stupid. Sometimes it reminds you why you love your gun.

He looked less handsome without the smile and glow in his eyes, but he also seemed more real. Being real will get me into trouble faster than any amount of charm.

It was as if the power and loneliness of the vampires' world had combined with the group oriented puppy-pile world of the shapeshifters and made something new.

It's not the fur or the fangs that make you a monster, not always. Sometimes, it's just where you draw the line.

Morals aren't just for when it's easy, Anita. They aren't morals if you throw them aside every time it's convenient.

Revenge was always the easy part; the hard part was living with it afterward.

Richard either didn't hear me, or chose to ignore it. Smart, handsome, junior high science teacher, degree in preternatural biology, what more could i ask for? Give me a minute and I'd think of something.

All men love to talk about themselves, even the ones who are completely buggers.

If you didn't understand the need for friendship or love, could you be lonely?

Why, you may ask, didn't we have a cow tonight? No one would sell Bayard one. He had the brilliant idea of telling the farmers why he wanted the cow. The God-fearing folk would sell their cows to be eaten, but not for raising zombies. Prejudiced bastards.

I think we can do it. But you don't know for sure, he said. No. Geez, Anita. Don't get rattled on me. We can do this. But you aren't sure. I'm not sure we'll survive the plane ride home, but I'm still getting on the plane. Was that supposed to be comforting? he asked. Yeah. It wasn't, he said. Sorry, but this is as good as it gets. You want certainty, be an accountant. I'm not good at math. Me either.

Now that's an Okay that really means Okay, not that Okay that women use that means everything but Okay.

I hate being awake at three in the morning. It is the godforsaken heart of darkness when the body runs slow, and the brain runs slower, and all you want to do is sleep. But I had promises to keep, and miles to go before I could sleep. Or at least a couple of miracles to perform before I could go to bed.

If I don't say it enough, Jean-Claude, I love you, I love seeing your face across the table while we eat, and watching you root at Cynric's football games, and watching you read bedtime stories to Matthew when he stays with us, and a thousand surprising things, all of it, its you, and I love you. You will make me cry. A smart friend told me that it's okay to cry, sometimes you're so happy it spills out your eyes.

The Catholic Church sees voluntary vampirism as a kind of suicide. I tend to agree. Though the Pope also excommunicated all animators, unless we ceased raising the dead. Fine; I became Episcopalian.

I got out my jar of ointment. I knew animators who had special containers for the ointment. Crockery, hand-blown glass, mystical symbols carved into the sides. I used an old Mason jar that had once held Grandma Blake's green beans. Larry fished out a peanut butter jar with the label still on it. Extra-crunchy. Yum-Yum.