Quotes from Charlaine Harris

Thank you, thank you very much.

Any place books are massed together makes me feel at home.

Suddenly, he had a mental image of Xylda so vivid that it almost brought tears to his eyes: this whole rush of past experiences, brought back by that one inhalation. He knew he said something to Creek before he turned to walk back to the car, but he couldn't recall what it was a minute later. He had to sit in the car for a while before he left to run his errands. He pulled out his list of errands from his pocket and pretended to be studying it until he was calm and composed

Not only did Felix have a very high opinion of himself, but he was a man. Maybe the two were synonymous.

They say there's no harm in daydreaming, but there is.

Was that justice?" she said. She sounded as though she honestly wanted to know.

Simple answers don't hurt.

Why bother to change, if you can't change into a wolf?" I'd heard a Were say once.)

Eric will survive your absence,(…) but you may not survive your presence.

suck failure, fur face!

I had passed; I had become the thing that had happened to me.

Sometimes, instead of going down the road less taken, you just charge right down the beaten path.

Something about putting on my underwear makes me feel more capable.

I hated trying to figure out what was best morally, because so often that didn't jibe with my gut reaction.

Clovache's Voice said, How large is the device? Her accent was sort of like Russian, as least to my untravelled ears. (Hau larch . . . ?) The size of one of those cans of sweetened syrup, Batanya answered. Ah, the burping drinks, Clovache said.

They were saving their smiles for people they cared about.

Incontrovertible truth.

As I put one foot on the steps, Hunter said silently, Bye, Aunt Sookie. Bye, Hunter, I said right back.

Grief was boring. This was a shallow thought about a deep subject, but it was a valid observation.

Was this a bad thing for a Christian to be doing? Probably. On the other hand, it had never occurred to me to ask the Methodist minister if he had a ritual in place to sever a blood bond between a woman and a vampire.

You're like a rose blooming in an untended garden.

She had almost certainly poisoned her perfidious former lover, a clerk, so she could marry into her own respectable upper-middle-class milieu without the clerk's revealing their physical intimacy.

I maybe uneducated and unworldly, but I'm not stupid or unread.

Guerillas? There are guerillas here in Dixie?" It was lucky I was looking down. I thought he meant "gorillas" for a minute, and I was having a picture in my head that was crazy wonderful. Then my brain translated.