Quotes from Laurell K. Hamilton

I thought about that as he held me in the curve of his body. I thought about him enjoying the killing. I didn't like the thought much, but if he was a sociopathic killer, then he was my sociopathic killer.

It was basically a legal version of the sheriff standing out in front of the saloon in the Old West and saying, 'Let's form a posse and go get these guys.

I called her Mrs. Bennington at her insistence. When I'd referred to her as Ms. Bennington, she'd nearly bitten my head off. She was not one of your liberated women. She liked being a wife and mother. I was glad for her, it meant more freedom for the rest of us.

In some ways you are as sentimental as Richard,' she said. 'But you could kill us, all of us, even Stephen's brother, and feel nothing.' I met her honey brown eyes and said, 'I'd feel something.' 'What?' she asked. 'Safer,' I said.

That part of us that we trap in our dreams and deny in daylight hours.

He said, softly, "Sorry, Jimmy." He still didn't cry. I would have cried. But then, women have more chemicals in their tear ducts. It makes us tear up easier than men. Honest.

Seni tan?madan önce cesaretin hiç korkmamak olduÄŸunu san?rd?m Anita .Sen bana cesaretin korkudan ölmene raÄŸmen yapman gerekeni yapmak olduÄŸunu öÄŸrettin.

There comes a point where you just love someone. Not because they're good, or bad, or anything really. You just love them. It doesn't mean you'll be together forever. It doesn't mean you won't hurt each other. It just means you love them. Sometimes in spite of who they are, and sometimes because of who they are. And you know that they love you, sometimes because of who you are, and sometimes in spite of it.

There had been two dates between us. Mistake. It made working together more awkward, and he couldn't cope with me being a female version of him. He had this old southern idea of what a lady should be. A lady should not carry a gun and spend most of her time covered in blood and corpses. I had two words for that attitude. Yeah, those are the words. There

I've called for backup, Ramirez said. Great. It's been a long time since I visited a Master of the City with the police. How do you usually do it? Ramirez asked. Carefully, I said. Edward turned his head away and coughed. I think he was trying not to laugh, but you can never tell with Edward. Maybe he just had a tickle in his throat.

We all build upon our ruins.

The sunken grave would fade away, probably in my lifetime. If I could avoid killer zombies for a few years. And vampires. And gun-toting humans. Oh, hell, the hot-spot would probably outlast me.

The second you stop questioning yourself is the second that you become the monster.

There is no loyalty in fear, only resentment," I

Sometimes you can't save people, and sometimes they don't want to be saved.

I was still left with having to peel the tape off my arm, and the IV itself had to come out, mustn't forget that. "If you want it fast, I'll do it," Edward said. I nodded, and he ripped the tape off my arm along with the IV. "Ow!" He smiled. "Sissy." "Sociopath." Doctor

Love sucks. Sometimes it feels good. Sometimes it's just another way to bleed.

Because if someone is determined to do something evil there's really no stopping them. It's not the music they listen to, in the television or movies they watch, or video games they play, or even the books they read.

A thought occurred to me. Or are you saying that you're on his side, really on his side? I had the Browning out in my hand already. I clicked the safety off, and Bernardo heard it. I saw him stiffen. Well, that's not fair. If I take my left hand off to pull a gun, then we wreck. I didn't like the way the conversation was going, I said.

We take turns being smart for each other; I think it's part of the job description of being a couple.

Ronnie sat on the couch, as far away from him as she could get but still rather companiable. Cozier than I was willing to be with the son of a bitch. If I ever managed to get married and my husband cheated on me, it wouldn't be me to go missing.

You should never attack a necromancer in a cemetery; it's like chasing Rambo into a building full of loaded guns. Some people seem to help you kill them.

Wait a minute, Richard said. You're betting that the two of you are better than a professional assassin. That you'll get to him before he gets to Anita. We both nodded. What if you're not better? Edward looked at him like he'd said the sun wouldn't rise tomorrow. Edward will be better, I said. You'd bet your life on that? Richard asked. I am betting my life on that, I said.

J.J kissed Jason and said, "I'm going to freshen up and change into something more comfortable." She walked toward the bathroom, big bag swinging at her side. I called after her, "Is it really more comfortable, or just the opposite?" She laughed. "You'll see soon enough." "Shit, that means I need lingerie too.