Quotes from Laurell K. Hamilton

You walk like a duck with a wet diaper on.'' Anita Blake Vampire Hunter

Real ghosts are so much easier to deal with than the kind we carry around in our heads. Most people haunt themselves more effectively than any spirit.

Somehow I think Trophy Wives wear more makeup and less cutlery. But... maybe I'm wrong. Maybe they know what I know, that the true way to a man's heart is six inches of metal between his ribs. Sometimes four inches will do the job, but to be really sure, I like to have six.

More sex. We must have more sex.

I talk to myself every once in a while. Give myself very good advice. Sometimes I even take it. I

Remind me never to piss you off ... Are you as good at being a friend as you are an enemy?

He thought I was a cop and deliberately didn't call me officer or detective. I let it go. If I really had a professional title I'd have demanded it, but getting into an argument because he wouldn't call me detective when I wasn't one seemed counterproductive.

She doesn't understand what she's asking, Jean-Claude said. No, but she asks, and if we do not do it, we will always wonder. I would rather thy and fail than regret having never tried at all.

It was after 2:00 A.M. before we got back to the graveyard. The Feds had kept us forever, like they didn't believe we were telling them the whole truth. Fancy that. I hated being accused of concealing evidence when I wasn't. Made me want to lie to them just so they wouldn't be disappointed.

No. But then the American Government--whatever branch--has never really grasped the concept of tribal identity.

We are not made up only of our light and happiness but also of darkness and sorrow. To deny the darkness of yourself is to deny half of who you are, and when you love, truly love, you need to love the whole person not just the part that smiles and waves, but the part that thinks murderous thoughts and knows that pain is both pleasure and temptation, but still thinks puppies are really cute.

What does it mean when the monsters are so afraid of you that you make them cry? That maybe monster depends on which end of the gun your on, or that I was just that good at my job.

It makes me nervous when you keep answering all my questions with 'I don't know.' Me, too, I said.

Jean-Claude gave a low theatrical bow, never taking his eyes from her. After you, my sweet. A lady should always walk before a gentleman, never behind.

She'd been a good nurse, and now she'd never be a nurse again. She was bitter about it and had turned herself into the slut bride from Planet X, as if even in human form, she wanted people to know what she was now: different, other. Trouble was, she looked like a thousand other teens and early twenties who also wanted to be different and stand out.

Ignorance isn't bliss, but neither is knowledge. Sometimes you just know more, but it doesn't make you any happier.

Let's fool around. And then? he asked, voice low. When it's time, take blood, and then let's fuck. He gave a surprised burst of laughter. Ma petite, you are such a sweet-talker, how can I refuse?

Senin soyunun güçleri aras?nda soyunmay? gerektirmeyen bir ÅŸey var m?? Anita Blake s.131

You just wanted to walk in front of me so I'd have to stare at your butt

a pink taffeta evening gown. It looked like it had run away from a junior high prom... The dress looked like a petunia on steroids to me.

It was an hour before dawn. When all the Whos down in Whoville were asnooze in their beds without care. Sorry, wrong book. If I get to stay awake until dawn, I get just a tad slaphappy.

Once, the belief that his love would heal all the wounds, and finally make me feel safe, had been true. True, and a lie. Love is real, and false, even true love. Because love alone cannot keep you safe, if there is still a trembling fear inside you. Still a knowledge of what it was like to love and believe and have it all taken away.

There are some stories, some memories, that if you tell them after dark, they seem to gain weight, substance, as if there are things listening, waiting to hear themselves spoken of again. Words have power. But even thinking about them is sometimes enough to make the air in a room heavy.

I really wish the "normal" people would leave us freaks alone and stop trying to save us. We get by, we take care of each other, and the people who cost the freaks their jobs didn't give them employment, or a place to stay, or a family to be a part of; they just destroyed their world and felt morally superior for doing it.