Quotes from Laurell K. Hamilton

anyone who ever said love conquers all was a fucking liar. Love is a good place to start, but it's a start, not an end.

It was one of those moments when you can look in someone else's eyes and see your own reflection so sharp and true that it slices like glass.

You don't need cheering up. You need a good shaking.

Come si può amare qualcuno e non desiderarne la felicità?»

don't let other people's eyes make you hate yourself.

Breeding. It takes real breeding to make a person feel like shit with one word.

He came to me then, wrapped his arms around me. I stayed stiff in his arms for a moment, and then I collapsed into his body. I clung to him. I let his strength and his nearness hold me. I let him hold me while I wept and screamed and wailed. I lost it completely, and Richard held me while I did it.

I dropped the blood-coated chair leg and collapsed to my knees. I couldn't swallow. I couldn't breathe. I was splattered with blood. I'd never beaten someone to death before. It had felt good.

Some truths don't make you feel better. Some truths just hurt more." No one argued with him; we'd all been around violence and death too long to argue with something that true.

Multiple choice should have at least one right answer, but some people only come with wrong answers. Some people are like rigged tests where you can only fail.

Is anger always your go-to emotion?" he asked, sounding angry himself. "Yeah, it is, because anger will help me keep moving until the job is done. Sadness won't. Grief won't. Anxiety won't. All those touchy-feely emotions that are supposed to be what make us human or whole or whatever will cripple you in the middle of a battle.

I seemed to have only two speeds on problems that hit me emotionally, either putting my fingers in my ears and going la-la-la, or picking up an axe and attacking the issue.

What would happen if I accidentally drained the energy out of one of them?" "Would it just weaken them?" "No, they'd start to dry out like mummies." "Like what you did to Chimera?" Claudia asked. "Yeah." "Don't do that." She said.

hay que ser gilipollas para creer que de ilusión también se vive. -Circo de los Malditos (Anita Blake, cazavampiros / 3. Hamilton, Laurell K.

Lastly, people seemed to think that morality was the same thing as being politically correct, and it wasn't. 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.

So, if someone else is Death, who are you, Plague or Hunger?" "I'm War," I said. That made him frown harder and then he laughed. "You're too small to be War, Blake." "Even a little war is a very bad thing," I said, and smiled.

I glanced back at the door; I don't know why. Jean-Claude stood utterly still, no sense of anything, as if he were not there at all. Then he moved, one pale hand raised to his lips. He blew me a kiss across the room. The night's entertainment had begun.

You have to fight to carve little pieces of happiness out of your life, or the everyday emergencies will eat up everything.

He looked less handsome without the smile and glow in his eyes, but he also seemed more real. Being real will get me into trouble faster than any amount of charm.

Here's the secret to finishing that first book. Don't rewrite as you go.

Like most creative people I don't fit well into boxes.

I'm not terribly fond of soapboxes.

How do you introduce boyfriend C to boyfriend A after boyfriend A has been such a good sport, of late, about boyfriend B, who is no longer in the picture?

Fear, the strength of earth's religions, gripping every living soul, Was a monstrous human error for the making of men whole.