Quotes from J.R. Ward

Butch came in from the kitchen, Bud in one hand, sandwich in the other. "Hey, big man. S'up?" "I want the two of you to chain me to my bed.

Funny, there was a reason that people "built" lives together. Although the choices you made as husband and wife were not bricks, and time was not mortar, you were still constructing something tangible and real.

No child, no matter how they behave, is responsible for keeping their parents together or in a healthy relationship. That's up to the grown-ups. That's their job.

With his chin dropped to his chest, he was staring at her from under his brows, his pale yellow eyes glowing as they locked on her and her alone. Her first cogent thought was that he was a predator. Her second… was that she wanted to be caught.

Nope, it was the Great Immortal Agitator: Lassiter

Sometimes life brought you to corners that you saw coming, big changes altering your direction and focus thanks to a given event, like a mating or the birth of a young. Other times, though, the glacial shifts came without warning, popping out of nowhere.

Strength would be his offering to them. Power his eulogy. Vengeance the prayer at their graves.

That which cannot go on will not.

That was my life, Qhuinn. Those children…were my future, what was going to be left of me when I'm dead and gone. They were going to be…" As his voice cracked, he took a long drag. "They were going to carry my parents' traditions forward. They were milestones and happiness and a wholeness that even you can't give me.

If you looked for validation from other people, by definition they could take that away if they chose. The safest path, as always, was to be your own rock, your own harbor, your own shelter. Am I okay? should only ever be answered by the person asking that question.

The old-school Italians turned out to be a lot like Shadows: closed off to outsiders, proud of their traditions, suspicious of people they didn't know. But once you were in with them? Once you proved yourself and were accepted? They were so loyal and generous it was almost like they weren't humans at all. In fact, to him, proper Italians had become a subspecies apart from the other rats without tails on the planet.

You want to know what death is! I'll tell you what it is—death is the living forgetting you! What you smell like and look like, what your voice sounds like, how you laugh! Even if there is an afterlife, my death is going to be you going on without me until you can't remember what color my eyes are or how long my hair is—

So you're really going to do this?" Tohrment asked him. Darius glanced across the shallow table. The other vampire's eyes met his own. "Yeah. I am." Tohrment nursed his Scotch and smiled grimly. Only the very tips of his fangs showed. "You're crazy, D." "You should know." Tohrment tilted his glass in deference. "But you're raising the bar. -Tohrment & Darius

Fritz picked that moment to breeze in with some warm rolls. She glared at Wrath and pretended she was only reaching across the table for the wine bottle. She wasn't about to march off in front of Fritz. And besides, she suddenly felt like sticking around. So she could yell at Wrath a little longer.

Why did people always learn things about themselves too late, he thought.

I'm going to talk to her." "And how's that going to go? You're just going to walk up to her and say, 'Hey, I know you've never seen me before, but I'm your dad. Oh, and guess what? You've won the evolutionary lottery: You're a vampire. Let's go to Disneyland!'" "I hate you right now." -Darius & Tohrment

They're just different. They experience the world in a different way. Normal is just what's average, it's not necessarily the only way of being, or living—

You want to throw me against a wall and see if I stick?

Dumb-ass human, looking at his female like that? The bastard was lucky John was so sexed up. Otherwise he'd have taken the time to break a leg or an arm just to make a point.

He willed his hands to be steady by vowing to saw them off if they embarrassed him.

Suicide had never been an option; you took your own life, you couldn't get into the Fade

God does not give us more than we can handle.

Just do it,'' she prompted him. Then she rolled her eyes. ''God, you've turned me intro a Nike commercial." ? J.R. Ward, Prisoner of Night

Twas the wind which made Darius's eyes water. Verily, 'twas but the wind. As