Quotes from Karen Marie Moning

Lies roll off us. It's the truths we work hardest to silence.

How could a peacock lust for a lion?

Sexual excitement alters the lines of her body, fuses it into new lines against mine. A woman's spine changes when she wants to fuck, a subtle, supple shifting at the base, a sharper curve at that hollow where back meets ass. Breasts tighten and lift, the slant of jaw changes as the mouth prepares and muscles draw tight. I have studied humans for a small eternity. Intent infuses their every movement. Road maps to their inner navigation, plastered all over their skin. Born to be slaves.

I snicker at my joke. Dude, if ya can't crack yourself up, ain't never gonna crack anybody else up.

She loved him. She'd said it. Of course she'd shouted it at him, but a man could deal with that when the woman loved him more than the whole world was big. He laughed exultantly, turned sharply on his heel, and hurried off to catch her. And to tell her that, since he was bigger, he was fair certain he loved her more.

To be a protector, you can't think like a protector. You must always think like a conqueror first.

No man wants to sleep with a woman. He wants to fuck her. And nobody forces me to do shit.

Study the terrain. If you can't move yourself, find something that moves the world.

You only know who you are in opposition to something, what you choose to fight for and against. The rest doesn't matter.

I was pissed-off walking. Or rather pissed-off sitting, tangled in crimson silk sheets that smelled like somebody'd been having a sexathon. That would be me. And that made me even madder.

Sonsuz hayat sonsuz sab?r gerektirir. Yeterince uzun yaÅŸarsan, bugün ilgini çekiyorsa bugünün iyi olduÄŸunu düÅŸünebilirsin. Yanl?? veya doÄŸru, bütün ahlaki deÄŸerler, bütün erdemler yok olabilir.

Hayat bir okyanustur ve dalgalarla doludur. Her ÅŸey tehlikelidir. Hepsi seni boÄŸabilir. DoÄŸru koÅŸullar alt?nda en küçük bir dalga bile ölümcül olabilir. Dalgalar? aÅŸmak hafta sonu savaÅŸç?s?na göredir. Birini seç ve tepesine ç?k. Hayatta kalma ÅŸans?n? artt?r?r.

Flattered as I am that you count me among the beautiful people, Barrons, allow me to point out that I'm still alive. I encountered the Gray Man and I'm still here, just as pretty as always, dickhead.

There are legends. You used to be one." She says coolly, "I am legend.

Ego and superego were dispatched with a single swift, killing blow and in swaggered my new ruler—that primitive little hedonistic bastard, the id.

Try living for someone. Through it all—good, bad, thick, thin, joy, suffering. That's the hard thing.

I don't like you either. But my dick is hard and you're wet—

Dünyay? kurtarmam?z gerek,'' diye hat?rlatt?m. Bana uzand?.''Dünya bekleyebilir.Ben bekleyemem.

Aye, Jessica, I like you. And I'm not just stuck with you. You fit me here, woman." He thumped his chest with his fist.

I can, and am. 'Tis a dying man's last request," he said roughly. "I want you to remember me as a man, lass, as your man. Not as a prisoner of Dark Magycks. I doona want you to watch me die. Promise me you won't, Jessica. Promise me and mean it.

When people have absolutely no control over the things that really matter to them, they tend to do one of three things: devolve into animals and prey on others, indulging their base instincts (wolves); huddle in herds for comfort and safety from the chaos (sheep); or invoke a rigid daily routine, effecting control over those few things they can while endeavoring to change what seems an inevitable fate (sheepdogs). Over

I wanted to watch her save the world, and feel on top of it.

Her hair is a hot mess around her face, just the way I like it—bed-head always makes me want to fuck. Then again, pretty much everything does.

You tried to barter with the devil himself for me, you crazy woman. Bloody hell, doona you ever risk your life for mine. Ever! Do you hear me?