Quotes from Charlaine Harris

Jane looked sweet and fragile as aged lace, but after thirty years of school children she was tough as a marine sergeant.

think if you love someone, you make an effort to suppress habits of yours that displease them, right? But those habits or inclinations are still there. Sam

Sure, that was Amendment 29 to the Constitution: Shifters don't have to talk to Sookie Stackhouse.

Since he'd had no clue about Chris Stybr (sometimes he had a genuine impression about the seeker, but this Chris could be a man or a woman or a hermaphrodite for all Manfred knew)

Dixie people wouldn't have listened to a black woman

self-pity was a drug. I must not become addicted. Self-pity is like chocolate; as you get older, you can only afford a little bit.

My God, child, you look like something the cat dragged in!" Eileen bellowed. She was a suspiciously dark-haired woman about forty-five, with expensive clothes from the very best big women's store. Her makeup was heavy but well done, her perfume was intrusive but attractive, and she was one of the most overwhelming women I'd ever met. Eileen was something of a town character in Lawrenceton, and she could talk you into buying a house quicker then you could take an aspirin.

You can't use blackmail on someone who doesn't know anything about the hold you have on them.

JB's mind is like an open book with maybe two words per page.)

We know this story isn't true, but it is truth.

they knew the house was inhabited by vampires—no one around during the day, all the yard work done by human hirelings, the people who came and went at night being so very pale.

He didn't stick around in the vicinity doing mysterious shit, sending messages to the heroine by a third party. He hauled his ass into oblivion. And that was the way things should be, as far as I was concerned. Life should imitate romance literature far more often.

the ache became longing, longing became nostalgia, nostalgia became fondness, and after a while he could see the funny side of it. A long while.

there's always something pathetic about loneliness. I'd experienced it myself. I would ferociously deny I was pathetic, but when I viewed loneliness in someone else, I could feel the tug of pity.

Tu novio-repitió-. Eso suena... joven. Y hace mucho que no lo soy. Eric Northman

Nothing could stop tragedy from visiting your home. The angel of death would not pass over, leaving you unscathed, no matter how large your house was.

There's very little point carrying on a conversation with someone who is absolutely convinced you are wrong and bad.

The problem with living without the person you can't live without is eventually realizing you can live without them.

Ye shall not make any cuttings in your flesh nor print any marks upon you. Some people interpret the passage to mean that piercings and tattoos are marks of the devil.

This Peter looked a lot like Eli, but with all the character sanded off.

someone left an anonymous letter under the windshield wiper of my car. Getting an anonymous letter is not a pleasant experience.

Lizbeth," she said, and wrapped me in a hug, held me close and tight. "I am so glad to see you. I heard you had a bad time. I'm sorry about Tarken. And Galilee." Mom held me away from her, looked into my eyes. She rued what I'd become

Obviously you've got the aptitude for the job." Gullibility and poor judgment must be prerequisites.

Nothing had been poured out of its container or wantonly vandalized, but the contents had been moved as though the cabinet itself were the object of the search, not possible loot that could be taken away.