Quotes from Laurell K. Hamilton

You're the scariest motherfucker in the room.

My father had taught me to be nice first, because you can always be mean later, but once you've been mean to someone, they won't believe the nice anymore. So be nice, be nice until it's time to stop being nice, then destroy them.

My mug had a reindeer in a bathrobe and slippers with Christmas lights laced in its antlers, toasting the merry season with champagne and saying, "Bingle Jells.

Among the fey it was impolite to ask why a person was having hysterics. Hell, sometimes it was considered impolite to notice they were having hysterics at all. Usually that was for ruling royalty, though. Everyone had to pretend that the king or queen wasn't bug nuts. Mustn't admit that centuries of inbreeding had done any damage.

Je nelegální zahrávat si s mrtvými tÄ›ly bez svolení rodiny.

Jak chceÅ¡, má malá oživovatelko. AÃ…Â¥ jsme milenci nebo ne, nic to nemÄ›ní na tom, ?ím pro mne jsi. Jsi moje lidská služebnice.

Jsem ožoživovatelka. Jsem Poprav?í. Ale te? vím, že jsem také nÄ›co jiného. To, ?eho se babi?ka Flores nejvíc bála. Jsem nekromantka. Mrtví jsou moje silná stránka.

you really did want the sleeping dogs to keep napping, because once they woke up they tried to tear your throat out.

There was something a little frightening about a man who knew he was not a nice person and didn't give a damn. It went against everything America holds dear.

I was hungry, and the corn dogs smelled good. Should I eat first or accuse the Master of the City of murder? Choices, choices. I

They had kilts on instead of pants, but you just didn't see six feet-plus of immortal warrior panicking about anything often, but panicking in a kitchen with pots in their hands and the oven open while they peered inside in a puzzled manner was a very special and endearing type of panic.

This one is for all the Edward fans, who by their letters, questions, and sheer interest let me know that they were as interested in knowing more about him as I was.

Life is like dancing, sometimes one of you leads, sometimes the other, and if you do it right it's beautiful, even when it's hard.

Destroy your personal demons, use their corpses as fuel to light your way.

Where both deliberate, the love is slight: Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight?

Your first lover gets a piece of your heart until you have enough therapy to take it back.

You're as tough as you are beautiful, which means a lot of women must hate you on sight, and the men can't decide whether to try to compete with you or sleep with you.

True love means you love the real person, not an ideal that you have in your head and superimpose over them.

It is not where you begin, or what gifts you begin with, but what you do with them that matters in the end.

We lose too many people that way, both male and female. Twenty-two combat veterans die every day in the United States alone from suicide, and it isn't just soldiers who have just come home from their tours of duty. There is no statute of limitations on nightmares and depression. With numbers like that, we need to start talking to one another more.

He looked a little surprised, as if he'd expected an argument. But I was all out of argument tonight. He could have the bed. I'd take the couch. What could be more innocent? Biker Nuns from Hell, but besides that.

hope is a lying bitch that strings you along with just enough promise that you don't want to give up.

lay on my back in the dark. He was doing the same. "Edward," I asked. "Hmm," he said. "Are you a side sleeper, or a back sleeper?" "Back." "I'm a side sleeper, so no spooning, I guess." "What?" I laughed and turned over on my side. "Good night, Edward." "Good night, Anita." We slept.

Silence is not a lie. A sin of omission, but not a lie.