Quotes from Tanya Huff

I hate it. You come out with your fingers and toes all wrinkled, and while you're in there, it's like returning to the womb without the room service.

Charlie. "Never underestimate the power of abs so defined you can open a Corona on them.

People used to recordings believed every piece of music had a definitive sound, its emotional context trapped in amber, a butterfly pinned to a board; beautiful, but dead. Live music was just that. Alive.

We can think of few things more tangible than a stool to the head, Staff Sergeant.

Her own father had been the worst kind of horse's ass and she had been overjoyed when her strong-minded mother had finally divorced him. Her personal theory said that one father could do more to mess up a child's life than every mother in existence put together. She realized she was not entirely without bias on this matter, but that was all right; she blamed it on her father.

Five adults, a Leprechaun, a Dragon Prince, and two toddlers required a lot of French toast, but with Allie on one grill and Katie on the other, Graham beating the eggs, Charlie pouring juice, Auntie Gwen setting the table, Joe dealing with the coffee maker, and Jack watching the twins, breakfast got made.

A Dragon Prince with emo hair and daddy issues. Her life had become Manga.

Violence is never the answer but sometimes, like with cockroaches, it is the only possible response.

It took him forever to get to downtown Vancouver although Tony had to admit that saving the world by public transportation was a particularly Canadian way to do things.

Isn't that just like a man. 450-fucking-years-old and he's still thinking with his balls!

I'm sorry." About what?" He shrugged, made uncomfortable by the question."I'm not sure. It's a Canadian thing.

Bards were terrible at keeping secrets. They insisted on putting them to music.

Empty words show an empty mind, and silence speaks most eloquently of all.

Most people don't care who's in charge as long as someone is.

Toronto's already ass-deep in cockroaches and conservatives; what's one more lower life-form?

Better the comfort of a lie than the absurdity of the truth.

What do they do for a village idiot when you're here?

Dexter thrust a pamphlet into Samuel's hand. "Greenstreet Mission. We're doing a Christmas dinner. You can get a meal and hear the word of God." Samuel smiled in relief. This, finally, he understood. "Which word?" "What?" "Well, God's said a lot of words, you know, and a word like 'it' or 'the' wouldn't be worth hearing again but its always fun listening to Him try and say aluminum.

I tell you what I won't put up with. You chose how to behave.

What are you on, Samuel?" This was easier, he glanced down. "Laminate.

Oh, for fuck's sake; sometimes a raccoon is just a raccoon!

The world tilted slightly sideways. 'I think I need to sit down.' The floor seemed like the best option. It was close and he'd already proved that he could hit it. His legs folded.

Claire "The Elysian Fields Guest House? Why didn't he just call it the Vestibule to Hell?" Dean "Because that would be bad for business?" From Summon the Keeper

What goes on between a man and his missus is nobody's business; especially where desert toppin's involved.