Quotes from Karen Marie Moning

Never underestimate a well-dressed bimbo.

If I'm a little girl, then that makes you a serious pervert.

Life's a choice: you can live in black and white, or you can live in colour. I'll take every shade of the rainbow and the gazillion in between!

If you'd just fight like you fuck, you'd've walked out of this room the day I carried you in.

When he kisses me again, the last part of me that could stand myself dies.

I lock eyes with my reflection and don't look away. The day you look away you start to lose yourself. I'm never going to lose myself. You are what you are. Deal with it or change.

I heard there are no male sidhe-seers." Where did you hear that?" Around." And which one of those are you in doubt about Ms. Lane?" Which one of what?" Whether I see the Fae, or whether I'm a man. I believe I've laid your mind to rest on the former; shall I relieve it on the latter?" He reached for his belt. Oh, please." I rolled my eyes. "You're a leftie, Barrons." Touche, Ms. Lane," he murmered.

There are only two things to worry about in life: either you're free or you're not. If you're free, there's nothing to worry about. If you're not, you kick the shit out of everything around you until you are.

Accept me or kill me MacKayla. But choose. Fucking Choose.

Who and what we surround ourselves with is who and what we become. In the midst of good people, it is easy to be good. in the midst of bad people, it is easy to be bad.

There are two kinds of people in the world Ms. Lane: those who survive no matter the cost and those who are walking victims.

I miss her. I don't know how to live without her. There is a hole inside me that nothing fills. If you don't find something to fill that hole, someone else will. And if someone else fills it, they own you. Forever. You'll never get yourself back.

Christian : You two gonna stand there fucking each other with your eyes all night, or can we get on with it ?

Try a rocket launcher. Think maybe you could manage to hit me with that?

Sex either blows your fucking mind, or it's not good enough.

Bring it on, Tinker Bell.

The key to resisting Voice," Barrons instructed, "is finding that place inside you no one else can touch. "You mean the sidhe -seer place?" I said, hopping like a one-legged chicken. "No, a different place. All people have it. Not just sidhe -seers. We're born alone and we die alone. That place." "I don't get it." "I know. That's why you're hopping.

One day you may kiss a man you can't breathe without, and find breath is of little consequence." "Right, and one day my prince might come." "I doubt he'll be a prince, Ms. Lane. Men rarely are.

He didn't just occupy space; he saturated it. The room had been full of books before, now it was full of him.

There are really only two positions one can take toward anything in life: hope or fear. Hope strengthens, fear kills.

Flirtation doesn't have to go somewhere; it certainly doesn't need to end up in bed. I like to think of it as a little friendlier than a handshake, a little less intimate than a kiss. It's a way of saying hi, you look great, have a wonderful day. A tasteful flirtation, played out people who understand the rules, leave everyone feeling good and can perk up the bluest mood.

Kids. Pain in the ass. Don't know why I ever made them. Hell on relationships.

there are three kinds of people in the world: those who don't know and don't know they don't know; those who don't know and do know they don't know; and those who know and know how much they still don't know.

You're Mac," he says. "And I'm Jericho. And nothing else matters. Never will. You exsist in a place that is beyond all rules for me. Do you understand that?" "I do.