Quotes from Charlaine Harris

I was so sleepy (and sore) that another bout of sex was out of the question, unless Eric had suddenly developed an interest in necrophilia.

Come on, lover, let's have a look, Eric said, giving me a quick kiss. He jumped off the back porch with me still attached to him—like a large barnacle

Well in two months, it'd be sunbathing time. That made me smile. I enjoyed lying in the sun in a little bikini, timing myself carefully so I didn't burn. I loved the smell of coconut oil. And I don't want to hear any lectures about how bad tanning is for you. That's my vice. Everybody gets one.

She's a whore, that one, Pam said.

Could I tell them I was sorry their loved one was dead, when he'd tried to kill me? There was no rule of etiquette for this; even my grandmother would have been stymied.

In the world I lived in, the world of human people, there were ties and debts and consequences and good deeds. That was what bound people to society; maybe that was what constituted society. And I tried to live in my little niche in it the best way I could.

We followed the bondage Bobbsey Twins across the crowded dance floor. Those leather shorts were an adventure from behind, let me tell you. And the pictures of Elvis decorating the walls were an education, too. It wasn't often you ran into a bondage/Elvis/ whorehouse-themed vampire club.

What are you, Zen Master Fang?

I think it's 'only polite' that my wife should let me know when she's entertaining a male visitor, furthermore one that has shared her bed.

Do you sometimes wish you could fast-forward a week? You know something bad's coming up, and you know you'll get through it, but the prospect just makes you feel sick. I worried for about thirty minutes, and though I knew there was no point in doing so, I could feel my anxiety twisting me up in a knot. 'Bullshit,' I told myself stoutly. 'This is utter bullshit.

Leave the girl alone, Clete, and let's get back on the road, the tall driver said, and his voice had that I'm done with you edge to it. I don't know who this guy is, but I don't think he changes into a nutria.

When you're a professional you do your job no matter what gets in the way. You might take a sick day, you might take a personal day, but then you show back up or you won't get paid. Everyone develops his/her own strategy for dealing with days that are not productive.

I put the books I was returning on the appropriate desk, and I began looking at the shelves of new arrivals. Most of them were some permutation on self-help. Going by how popular these books were and how often they were checked out, everyone in Bon Temps should have become perfect by now.

It was somehow degrading, craving someone so... voraciously - another good calendar word - just because he was physically beautiful. I hadn't thought that was something women did, either.

I would've asked him to bring a shovel and come to help me dig a body up. That was what a boyfriend should do, right? -Sookie Stackhouse

I don't like having feelings, Eric said coldly, and he left.

I gave myself a mental shake. Snapping out of a slump, that was what today was all about.

It wasn't often you ran into bondage/Elvis/whorehouse-themed vampire club

Sookie: Eric, when I'm back to being myself, I'm going to nail your ass for putting me in this position of being pledged to you. Eric: Darling, you can nail my ass anytime, he said charmingly, and turned to go back to his table. Pam rolled her eyes. You two, she said. Hey this isn't any of my doing, I said, which wasn't entirely true. But it was a good exit line, and I took advantage of it to leave the bar.

It's a sad comment on humans that none of them are tolerable to one who can read their minds

Did you ever think that if you told me where Bill's hiding his computer program, I would give you anything you asked for? - Eric, club dead.

The god entered some women so completely that they became immortal, or very close to it. Bacchus was the god of the grape, of course, so bars are very interesting to maenads. In fact, so interesting that they don't like other creatures of darkness becoming involved. Maenads consider that the violence sparked by the consumption of alcohol belongs to them; that's what they feed off, now that no one formally worships their god. And they are attracted to pride.

He looked like he'd just seen the Ghost of You Better Shut Your Mouth...

Only a group lack of imagination could account for people not wondering what went on in the dark around them.