Quotes from Karen Marie Moning

It's our actions that define us. What we choose. What we resist. What we're willing to die for.

I'd rather be a superhero in hell, kicking all kinds of demon ass, than an angel in heaven, wafting around with a beatific smile on my face, playing a pansy harp all day. Dude, give me drums and bang cymbals! I like the crash and bang.

Lists had become my anchors. They got me through the days. The oblivion of sleep got me through the nights.

That had taken enormous courage. To love someone you knew wanted someone else, too, but had, for whatever reason, chosen you.

Because love and belief were serious magic in and of themselves.

Put me down. I can walk." "Nay. I've no desire for you to be master of your destiny in any manner, however small. You are too unpredictable." "I'm unpredictable?" "Aye." She was speechless a moment. Then she pinched his butt, hard. "Ow!" He smacked her bottom. "Ow!" she yelped. "Behave," he growled. "Tit for tat, lass. Remember that.

Ahem," Drustan said after a long time. "Do you know you just married me, lass?" "What?" Gwen shouted. "Would you please let your husband out of the garderobe?" Gwen was stunned. She'd married him with those words?

Four tall stories were stacked haphazardly on top of each other, cresting in a black roofline against the cobalt night sky that made no sense, but leapt whimsically from flat to dangerously steep and back again. Trees with skeletal limbs, badly in need of a trim, scraped against slate, like oaken nails on the lid of a coffin.

That sounds as if you're telling me you plan to keep me, lass." His eyes narrowed and he went very still.

He's the ultimate plagiarist, copying what others do if it proves successful and putting his own spin on it, which really pisses me off, because it`s far more difficult to come up with the original idea than steal someone else`s and spruce it up a bit.

As he fills me I wonder if – in the same way that sex makes its own unique perfume – we don't really "make" love. As in create, manufacture, evoke an independent element in the air around us, and if enough of us did it really well, for real, not just for the hell of it, we could change the world.

Life didn't explode in the sunshine and pretty places. Life took the strongest root with a little bit of rain and a whole lot of shit for fertilizer.

I think that's what love is; holding someone sacred, honoring them, protecting them, living up to the very best of them.

He won't have sex with me if he's hungry. I have my theories about why.

Cages were funny things. Although I'd escaped with my body long ago, only recently had my heart finally broken free. Healed by the love of a man who'd been willing to sacrifice everything, even give me up if he had to, just to see me rise.

Some memories are worth the price. I'll deal with it.

Everything is negotiable if the correct pressure is applied.

I will rue for all eternity every moment of suffering I've caused you. The entire time I'm burning in Hell, I'll regret each tear I made you weep. But if Hell were the price for twenty days with you, I'd condemn myself again and again.

We're all going to die. Alone and miserably. With lots of pain. That's the way life goes. People make promises and don't keep them. They say they care about you and forget you.

When insane things start to arrange themselves in sane patterns around you, you know you've got problems.

Bottom line is most of the world will push you as far as you let them.

Pushy, that's what brunettes are. Even the dainty, fragile-looking ones.

No puedo creer que Dios juegue a los dados con el cosmos. ALBERT EINSTEIN Dios no solo juega a los dados. A veces lanza los dados alli donde no pueden ser vistos. STEPHEN HAWKING

All myths contain a grain of truth, Ms. Lane. I've handled books and artifacts that will never find their way into a museum or library, things no archaeologist or historian could ever make sense of. There are many realities pocketed away in the one we call our own. Most go blindly about their lives and never see beyond the ends of their noses. Some of us do.