Quotes from Charlaine Harris

I don't like having feelings," Eric said coldly, and he left. That was a tough exit line to top.

My gran had always told me that a woman--any woman worth her salt--could do whatever she had to.

You trust me?" Eric sounded surprised. "Yes." "That's . . . crazy, Sookie.

Hey, our hair's the same color," I said, eying us side by side in the mirror. "Sure is, girlfriend." Eric grinned at me.

Vampires. They wrote the book on possessive.

Don't you just hate nights like that, when you think over every mistake you've made, every hurt you've received, every bit of meanness you've dealt out? There's no profit in it, no point to it, and you need sleep.

Sometimes the bitch wins.

Eric moved the broom experimentally and made an attempt to sweep the glass into the pan while it lay in the middle of the floor. Of course, the pan slid away. Eric scowled. I'd finally found something Eric did poorly.

Some might think you suicidal." "Well, 'some' can stick it up their ass.

If I have to choose between you and me - I like me better.

Ha," I said. "Oh, ha-ha. Yeah, 'cause they love me. You see how many vampires are up here? Zero, right?" One," said Eric, stepping out of the stairwell.

I hurt with you. I bled with you - not only because we're bonded but because of the love I have for you. -- Eric Northman

Woo woo, secret vampire stuff!

Sometimes you just have to regret things and move on.

Eric was holding my hands, and I was digging my nails into him like we were doing something else. He won't mind, I though, as I realized I'd drawn blood. And sure enough, he didn't. "Let go," he advised me, and I loosened my grip on his hands. "No, not of me," he said smiling. "You can hold on to me as long as you want.

I snuck a look to see how Eric was taking this, and he was staring at me the same way the Monroe vampires had. Thoughtful. Hungry. "That's interesting," he said. "I had a psychic once. It was incredible." "Did the psychic think so?

Life begins at night

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

I certainly think we're going to see more and more graphic novels and more illustrated novels.

Well, you know, writers just suck up new experiences - we're just like the vacuum cleaners of newness.

Oklahoma is very beautiful, and Eric loves beauty, but he already has that in you.

Self-pity is like chocolate; as you get older, you can only afford a little bit.

Not a creature was stirring, not even an elf.

No, I won't ever write another 'Lily Bard.' I said everything I had to say about Lily.