Quotes from Laurell K. Hamilton

What makes people is not bone structure and eye color, but the force of their personalities. the years of experience painted on their faces.

I had to practice this line to use with people who come to signings and things: 'I'm sorry, I don't have sex with strangers.' --Laurell K. Hamilton, www.locusmag.com/2000/Issues/09/Hamil...

He walked away through the crowd before i could decide if i'd been insulted or not. Just as well. For the life of me, i couldn't think of a good comeback line.

there is beauty that hits the eye like a bolt of lightning, that burns and sears and blinds. It is more disaster than pleasure. But yours, yours is a beauty that lulls one into comfort, into not protecting one's eyes from the light, then one night you realise that the moon, too, has its beauty.

Guarantees are for major appliances, not for murder.

To know that everyone starts on the ground. Trees, flowers, people, even the mighty sidhe must stand upon the dirt in order to move forward.

We can order him to make appointments and talk to someone, but we can't force him to actually do the work. You've got to be willing to work on your issues. You've got to be willing to face hard truths and fight to get better. that takes courage and force of will. (Anita)

There are so few true villains, just other screwed-up people who pass the damage on.

There is no loyalty in fear, only resentment

he'd wanted to do for years while we dated—the whole princely sweep-you-off-your-feet shit. I liked to keep my feet firmly on the ground unless sex was involved, and you can't really have sex in a horse-drawn carriage; it scares the horses.

If you keep the gun in your purse, you get killed, because no woman can find anything in her purse in under twelve minutes. It is a rule.

If you are following Deity's plan for you, it isn't always the easy path; sometimes it's the hard one. So why follow? Because to do any less is to betray your own abilities and gifts, and the faith that Deity has in you. Who would do that willingly?

In this world I would rather live two days like a tiger than a hundred years like a sheep.

Had Richard really proposed? Had I really said yes? Surely not. I had said yes. Shit.

I am an animator. I am the Executioner. But now I know I'm something else. The one thing my Grandmother Flores feared most. I am a necromancer. The dead are my specialty.

Can you really rescue anyone, or anything, without rescuing a piece of yourself at the same time?

Sometimes love isn't about being smart. Sometimes it's about being stupid together. I hated those moments, but I'd grown to understand that love, real love, is full of choices that make no sense, that should go horribly wrong, but you make the choice anyway. Why? Because love is about hope; you hope that this time it will be different.

I don't know whether to yell at you or hug you.' 'I affect a lot of people that way

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Ronnie, telefonun diÄŸer ucunda sessizdi. ''Tamam ama dikkatli ol.'' ''DüÄŸün gecesindeki bir bakire gibi.'' Güldü.''Sen yola gelmezsin.'' ''Herkes öyle diyor,''dedim.

I never forgave anyone for anything. A character flaw to be sure, but hell, everyone's got to have at least one.

stupidity isn't punishable by death. If it was, there would be a hell of a population drop.

Worry about the things you can control; the rest will either work themselves out, or they'll kill you. Either way, no more worries.

Was I his? Was he mine? Fuck, I didn't know. How could I not know after more than a year? How could I not know the answer to this? What the fuck was wrong with me? What the fuck was wrong… with me? With… him and me, with us? No, with me. With me. What was wrong with me?