Quotes from Laurell K. Hamilton

Sex may not be the answer to everything, but it's also not the worst answer to a lot of things.

I slid into the car, had my door closed and locked before Edward opened his door. Tell me what happened, Anita. I looked at him. It would serve you right if I just looked at you and smiled. Something crossed his face, a frown, a snarl, quickly lost to that perfect blankness he could manage. You're right. I've been a secret-loving bastard, and it would serve me right.

Some of the most deeply moral people I knew were least politically correct, because they actually worried about good and evil, not just what they were told was good or bad.

He whispered, "More than life, more than honor, I love thee." What do you say when a man whose entire existence had been his honor offers to give it up for you? You say the only thing you can. "More than any crown or throne or title, I love thee," I said. "More than any power in faerie, I love thee." The

Patting someone's hand, or shoulder, a hug, all of it is necessary to be happy and healthy for most people. It doesn't have to have anything to do with sex; in fact, most of the touch that keeps us all going is as innocent as a newborn lamb frolicking on the spring grass

But Jasmine knew that everyone was evil, down deep when you scrape the skin away. Inside their heads everyone hunted, everyone killed, everyone was a monster.

Graves are for the living, not the dead.

I will not be something you fuck and cuddle. I will be queen or I will be nothing to you.

Ms. Harrison paled so that the makeup floated on her suddenly pale skin like impressionist water lilies.

Slow is steady. Steady is smooth. Smooth is fast. Fast is deadly.

If you're doing it right, love makes you more of who you are, not less

Mean is not crazy, it is merely mean.

Sexier than a silk teddy.

I didn't believe in happily-ever-after, but I did believe in happier-than-we'd-ever-been, because I was living it.

Jenkins was what helped me learn the lesson that you either kill your enemies or you leave them the fuck alone.

I started to say something, but Richard said, "Come on, Anita. We have to go now." He was right. I could kill a lot of them, but not all. I hadn't brought a spare clip for the machine gun. I hadn't thought I'd need it. Silly me. We

love can die from being withheld, like a flower that is so beautiful you hide it away from the sun trying to make it last longer; but every flower needs sun, and being in love requires risking yourself. It can require risking everything you are, not just in battle, but emotionally. Sometimes you have to risk it all to gain it all.

Truth could be violent, could strip you of dignity and hope just as quickly as a gun.

I've seen what a whip can do,' Jason said suddenly. 'Don't hurt them.' I stared at him. 'You don't strike me as the self-sacrificing kind.' He shrugged. 'We all have our moments.

Why does anger makes people pretty? Rage doesn't. Rage makes you ugly, but a little anger, that just seems to add spice. One of nature's cruelties, or maybe it's to keep us from killing each other more often.

Home wasn't a place, or a building, or a tropical night full of flowers and rain. Love made home not out of boards and walls and furniture, but of hands to hold, and smiles to share, and the warmth of that body cuddled around you in the dark. I swam in the darkness of the ocean on a raft of hands, and bodies, and giving a damn what happened to them all.

I didn't say anything because I didn't have anything good to say. Just lately I had noticed that I could kill people and not blink. No attack of conscience, no nightmares, nothing. It was like some part of me had turned off. It didn't bother me that I was able to kill so easily. It did bother me that it didn't bother me. But it had its uses, like tonight. I think every last furry one of them had believed I'd do it. Sometimes, it was good to be scary.

Holy Wrath of God, Batman, your ass was going to be ours soon, you soul-trapping son of a bitch.

You make everything all right for me, Anita. You make me feel like a human being instead of a monster.' 'And you love all of me, Micah, every last hard-boiled, ruthless bit of me. You make it okay that sometimes I am the monster.