Quotes About Eric

I am here, Eric said. And I am here. I was a little amused at Eric's phone answering technique. Sookie, my little bullet-sucker, he said, sounding fond and warm. Eric, my big bullshitter.

Snow, here? Eric was as delighted as a child. I love snow! Why was I not surprised? Maybe we will get snowed in together, he said suggestively, waggling his blond eyebrows.

How is Eric?' 'Very tightly wound. Plus, a lot of stuff happened that he'll tell you about.' 'Thanks for the warning. I'll go to the house now. You're my favorite breather.' 'Oh. Well ... great.' She hung up.

Sookie: Is Eric around? Pam: He is enthralling the vermin

i was momentarily sidetracked by the vision of Eric herding a cow into a trailer and driving it to the shoulder of the the interstate and shooing it into the trees.

A dog – a collie – went up to Eric, looked up at his face, and growled. "Shoo," Eric said, making an imperious gesture with his hand.

Oklahoma is very beautiful, and Eric loves beauty, but he already has that in you.

Sookie: Hey, our hair's the same color. Eric: Sure is, Girlfriend.

Eric, what are you doing? Snuggling. Get out of my bed! -Sookie Stackhouse, Eric Northman

Okay, I said. I'd hoped to avoid this, but... Bill, I rescind your invitation into my house. Bill began walking backward to the door, a helpless look on his face, and my brush still in his hand. Eric grinned at him triumphantly. Eric, I said, and his smile faded. I rescind your invitation into my house. And backward he went, out my door and off my porch. The door slammed shut behind (or maybe in front of?) them.

I was so sleepy (and sore) that another bout of sex was out of the question, unless Eric had suddenly developed an interest in necrophilia.

Sookie: Eric, when I'm back to being myself, I'm going to nail your ass for putting me in this position of being pledged to you. Eric: Darling, you can nail my ass anytime, he said charmingly, and turned to go back to his table. Pam rolled her eyes. You two, she said.

Eric," she said, "maybe someday one of the waitresses will get pregnant, and we can go to a baby shower!" "That would be something to see," said Eric

I'd always been leery of Eric, but I'd appreciated his mischief, his single-mindedness, and his flair. If you could a vampire had jois de vivre, Eric had it in spades. -Sookie

In fact, Eric said, as he went to the front door, I'd throw it away entirely. Maybe burn it. He left, closing the door behind him very quietly. I knew, as sure as I knew my name, that tomorrow he would send me another coat, in a big fancy box, with a big bow on it. It would be the right size, it would be a top brand, and it would be warm. It was cranberry red, with a removable liner, a detachable hood and tortoiseshell buttons.

Would Eric enjoy being a Sooner? As I navigated through Shreveport, I wondered if Oklahoma vampires wore cowboy boots and knew all the songs from the musical.

Your brother's car has been found, he told Jay Marriot. It's on a little road almost directly across from Sookie's driveway. ... Eric had told me that that little road, a dirt track leading back to a deer camp, was where Debbie Pelt had hidden her car when she'd come to kill me. Might as well put up a sign: PARKING FOR SOOKIE STACKHOUSE NIGHTTIME ATTACKS.

I've probably done 1,000 interviews about the 'Monday Night Wars' and how 'Nitro' was made.

Oh, let's see. Judy came to see me at work today," Ainsley said. "To beg me not to give up on Eric just yet. She thinks he's got PTSD." I thought he had asshole-itis, personally.

Her heart is too slow," Jacques said weakly as he slid from the bed to the floor. He looked startled to find himself there. " O köd belsÅ' --Darkness take it," Eric swore. "What a hell of a night.

It was Eric's voice not Simon's, on the recorded message. "Ladies, ladies " he said. Though it was the millionth time she'd heard the recording, Clary couldn't help rolling her eyes. "If you've reached this message that means our boy Simon is out partying. But please don't fight among yourselves. There's always enough Simon to go around." There was a muffled yell, some laughter, and then the long sound of the beep.

Maia pulled on a braid. "I ran into Eric of all people. He told me what happened and that you'd backed out of Millenium Lint's gigs for the past two weeks because of it." "Actually, they changed their name," Jordan said. "They're Midnight Burrito now.

That's the van? It looks like a rotting banana." This was undeniable - Eric had painted the van a neon shade of yellow, and it was blotched with dings and rust like splotches of decay.

Yves did not like showers, he preferred long, scalding baths, with newspapers, cigarettes, and whiskey on a chair next to the bathtub, and with Eric nearby to talk to, to shampoo his hair, and to scrub his back.