Quotes from Charlaine Harris

Food that walked and talked, that was us. McPeople.

Glass shattered, vampires roared, humans screamed. The noise battered at me, just as the tidal wave of scores of brains at high gear washed over me. When it began to taper off, I looked up into Eric's eyes. Incredibly, he was excited. He smiled at me. I knew I'd get on top of you somehow, he said. Are you trying to make me mad so I'll forget how scared I am? No, I'm just opportunistic. I wiggled, trying to get out from under him, and he said, Oh, do that again. It felt great.

The last time I wore an animal hide; but this time I settled for this. Eric had been wearing a long trench coat. Now he threw it off dramatically, and I could only stand and stare. Normally, Eric was a blue-jeans-and-T-shirt kind of guy. Tonight, he wore a pink tank top and Lycra leggings[...]They were pink and aqua, like the swirls down the side of Jason's truck.

But also because I find I really do… He paused, as if he were about to say something outrageous. I find I have feelings for you. Oh, I said into his chest, sounding as astonished as Eric had(...)Eric, I said, after a long pause, I almost hate to say this, but I have feelings for you, too.

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. Let go of the pain, Sookie. Let go. You need to drift away. It was the first time I had relinquished my will to someone else. As I looked at him, it became easy, and I retreated from the suffering and uncertainty of this strange place.

It was beautiful Eric, who desired me, who was hungry for me, in a world that often let me know it could do very well without me.

Hey, our hair's the same color, I said, eyeing us side by side in the mirror. Sure is, Girlfriend. Eric grinned at me. But are you blond all the way down? Don't you wish you knew? Yes, he said simply. Well, you'll just have to wonder. I am, he said. Blond everywhere, I could tell as much from your chest hair. He raised my arm to check my armpit. You silly women, shaving your body hair, He said, dropping my arm.

I hate witches. Humans had the right idea, burning them at the stake.

My eyes flew open, and I pushed back against rock-hard shoulders. I let out a little squeak of horror. It's me, said a familiar voice. ...Eric, what are you doing here? Snuggling.

I want to be first. I know that's selfish, and maybe unattainable, and maybe shallow. But I just want to come first with someone. If that's wrong of me, so be it. I'll be wrong. But that's the way I feel." (Sookie Stackhouse)

As I climbed up into the high old bed, the large fly in my personal ointment did the same. Had I actually told him he could get in bed with me? Well, I decided, as I wriggled down under the soft old sheets and the blanket and the comforter, if Eric had designs on me, I was just too tired to care. Woman? Hmmm? What's your name? Sookie. Sookie Stackhouse. Thank you, Sookie. Welcome, Eric.

You've reached Fantasia, where the undead live again every night, For bar hours, press one. To make a party reservation, press two. To talk to alive person or a dead vampire, press three. Or, if you were intending to leave a humorous prank message on our answering machine, know this: we will find you.

But there's a juicy artery in your groin, he said after a pause to regroup, his voice as slithery as a snake on a slide. Don't you talk dirty, I told him. I won't listen to that.

I have lived one step away from losing my mind for years. I am quick and accurate in spotting unstable streaks in others.

I am self-educated from genre books.

The note, which had been written on one of the pads I kept around for grocery lists, said, My lover, I came in too close to dawn to wake you, though I was tempted. Your house is full of strange men. A fairy upstairs and a little child downstairs- but as long as there's not one in my lady's chamber, I can stand it.

And by golly, love sure was a battlefield. Benatar was right about that.

Should I just bite you, and end it all?, he whispered. I would never have to think about you again. Thinking about you is an annoying habit and one I want to be rid of.

Come on, I said, taking his hand. Clutching the afghan with the other hand, he trailed down the hall after me, a snow white giant in tiny red underwear.

Because he sounded so lost-the Eric I knew had never been one to do anything other than assume others should serve him-I patted around under the covers for his hand. When I found it, I slid my own over it. His palm was turned up to meet my palm, and his fingers clasped mine. And though I would not have thought it possible to go to sleep holding hands with a vampire, that's exactly what I did.

I have a big hole in my heart, I said. But it'll close over. I don't want to sound all Dr. Phil, she said. But don't let the scab seal the pain in, okay? That's good advice, I said. I hope I can manage it.

He gave me a look sure to put frost on anyone's pumpkin.

Angelic Sookie, vision of love and beauty, I am prostrate that the wicked evil maenad violated your smooth and voluptuous body, in an attempt to deliver a message to me. -Eric

They found the corpse in the closet of Alcide's apartment, and they hatched a plan to hide his remains. Eric sounded like that had been kind of cute of us. My Sookie hid a corpse? I don't think you can be too sure about that possessive pronoun. Where did you learn that term, Northman? I took 'English as a Second Language' at a community college in the seventies.