Quotes from Laurell K. Hamilton

them. "I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to leave. I'll gather everyone up, and we'll leave you and your men alone. I'd put a sign above St. Louis for all the hired thugs, if I could." "What would it say?" I asked. "Here is a bigger motherfucker than you are." Jacob

The anger washed away in the knowledge that I was a hypocrite. I don't know how much of it showed on my face, but Jean-Claude cocked his head to one side. "Thoughts are flying across your face, ma petite, but what thoughts?" I stared up at him. "I think I owe you an apology." His eyes widened. "Then this is a truly historic occasion. What are you apologizing for?" I

It was like someone who is so used to being made fun of that they say the mean things first, try to make it their joke, so the bullies don't get a chance to cut them up. It works, in a way, but it means the person saying the words internalizes the message more, because they're the ones saying stupid, clumsy, fat, ugly—whatever the bullies might say.

I stared down into those true-brown eyes and spoke the truth. "Because you are kind and fair and just, and those are lovely things to have in a king, but the world is not kind, or fair, or just.

Could you be ruthless and be fair, at the same time? Isn't to be ruthless, to be unfair?

Custard began jumping up on me, like he had springs in his tiny legs.

Sometimes the only thing that keeps you from going mad is stubbornness and need.

He gets power from his line, his master," I said, "it isn't always about personal power." "Truth and Wicked have no masters, do you?" The

There comes a point when 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 is that moment when you are alone with a man and you both realize it. Alone together, there are always possibilities in that. There is a nearly painful awareness of each other. It can lead to awkwardness, to sex, or to fear, depending on the man and the situation.

Winning meant saving lives. Winning meant we survived. Winning meant the monsters died. It was simple math and anyone who didn't understand that vampire hunting was just that simple wasn't going to be very good at the job.

This was the second time I'd asked about his wife. I seemed to be speaking English, but perhaps my questions were really Swahili and I just didn't realize it.

Everything wants to live, Newman, even monsters.

Truth is, I love Corn Dog on a Stick and Mrs. Field's Cookies.

I'm going to set the shed on fire." I splashed gasoline on the door. The smell was sharp and tugged at the back of my throat. "With us inside?" he asked. "Yes." "I'd rather shoot myself, if it's all the same to you." "I don't plan to die tonight, Edward." A

fear is not truly the same as respect. I'm learning that, at last.

Bad wiring, maybe, but there comes a point when you either embrace who and what you are, or condemn yourself to be miserable all your days.

Dolph didn't ask for your opinion unless he was prepared to act upon it. He was a good boss.

the law is enforced the way the law is written; it's not about true justice, it's about interpretation of the law and who has the best lawyer.

When you live in a way that's too different from everyone else, you get grief about it. Is it fair? No, but it's still what happens.

safety. I wore a lot of sweaters in the winter, but tonight I'd wanted something dressier, and I was freezing my patooties off

Benissimo. Il tuo peccato è la lussuria, Anita, cioè lo stesso del tuo master e di tutti i suoi vampiri.» Scossi la testa, sentendo un sorriso sgradevole incurvarmi le labbra. Lo stesso sorriso che lascia freddi i miei occhi e di solito significa che sono davvero incazzata. «No, non è questo il mio peccato. Non è quello più vicino e più caro al mio cuore.» «E qual è allora il tuo peccato?» «L'ira, Malcom. L'ira.»

I tried to ask him where Ronnie was, but he just smiled, shook his head, and managed to hold an empty glass up, asking if we wanted a drink. Since I didn't have a blonde to hold up to ask if he'd seen one of those, I just shook my head, and we moved far enough away from the bar so that we weren't blocking those that did want a drink. A

Perché sei arrabbiata?» Chinai la testa perché aveva ragione. «Non chiederlo, okay? Lascia che il malumore mi passi e proverò anch'io a lasciare che passi.»