Quotes from Charlaine Harris

I never set out to be a one-night-stand kinda woman. I want to be sure, if I have sex with you, that it's because you want to be around for a while and because you like me for who I am, not what I am. Maybe a million women had made approximately the same speech. I meant it as sincerely as any one of those million.

I gripped the stapler even harder and felt like a fool planning to battle a crazy man with a stapler that even, I suddenly remembered, contained no staples. Well, strike that line of defense.

Eric, what are you doing? Snuggling. Get out of my bed! -Sookie Stackhouse, Eric Northman

Easy to exemplify my true feelings towards him

I added to my mental list of the odd things I'd done that day. I'd entertained the police, sunbathed, visited at a mall with some fairies, weeded and killed someone. Now it was powdered-corpse removal time. And the day wasn't over yet.

Not one man in a million would have allowed me the time without speaking. I opened my mind, let my gaurd down completely, relaxed. His silence washed over me. I stood, closed my eyes, breathed out the relief that was too profound for words.

I had two cups of coffee, put Eric's jeans in the washer, read a romance for awhile, and studied my brand-new Word of the Day calendar, a Christmas gift from Arlene. My first word of the New Year was 'exsanguinate.' This was probably not a good omen.

If this were the fifties, she'd be checking Sam's collars for lipstick stains. (Did people do that anymore? Why did women kiss collars, anyway? Besides, Sam almost always wore T-shirts.)

Okay, I said. I'd hoped to avoid this, but... Bill, I rescind your invitation into my house. Bill began walking backward to the door, a helpless look on his face, and my brush still in his hand. Eric grinned at him triumphantly. Eric, I said, and his smile faded. I rescind your invitation into my house. And backward he went, out my door and off my porch. The door slammed shut behind (or maybe in front of?) them.

There was nothing civilized about sex with Eric.

all my bounce has gone flat, like soda with the top left off.

No matter what happens in public—no matter what—don't doubt that I love you and care about your welfare . . . as much as I am able.

I held on to my better nature by my fingernails but I held on.

There's not much I dislike more than being addressed as Hey you and being poked with a finger.

Okay I've been stupid in the past. Not consistently stupid, but occasionally stupid. And I've made mistakes. You bet, I've made mistakes.

you have to play it out sometimes.

Something always turns up. It always seems darkest before the dawn. When God closes a door he opens a window. All things happen for a reason. Into every life a little rain must fall. What doesn't kill us makes us stronger.

Snap out of it, I said. I wasn't in the mood. With a huge effort, Eric reined himself in. When you smell like that, he said. I just want to fuck you and bite you and rub myself all over you. -Eric drunk on Fairies.

You, on the other hand, are a sweet little éclair on the outside and a pit bull on the inside.

Why don't they just take him out? I asked. I'm not politically minded, as I guess you can tell. Mr. Cataliades was smiling at me. So direct, so classic, he said. So American.

I met Elvis in your woods one night," Terry said. One of the EMTs had given him a shot, and I thought it was beginning to work. "I knew I was nuts then. He was telling me how much he liked cats. I told him I was a dog person, myself.

It's always possible for human beings to spoil their own peace of mind

Trees had died to make these forms, and that seemed a great pity to me.

I love him, I said, but even to my own ears I didn't sound happy about it.