Quotes About Patricia

After I shut the door behind me, I heard Darryl say "of course eating him would work too.

Life with these people had the distorted logic of dreams, and Patricia Hearst seems to have accepted it with the wary acquiescence of the dreamer. Any face could turn against her. Any move could prove lethal.

He stopped what he was doing and pulled out his magic phone. Okay, the phone wasn't magic, but it does things my computer struggles with.

Epics are never written about libraries. They exist on whim; it depends on if the conquering army likes to read.

Shall I add a man to my collection?

You cannot get emotionally involved in the writing, the object for the writer is to manipulate the reader so that the reader feels the emotion. Quote from a radio interview on the Reality Break show in 1997.

I used my history degree about twice a year whether I needed to or not.

I give you Mercedes Athena Thompson, our newest member." Much awkwardness ensued.

Usually the people I do know are sufficient to spawn any number of nightmares without inventing any.

If I ever become a serial murderer, I'll be very careful to kill people in a pattern that centres around a police station - and not my home or work.

Congratulations, Christy. You just met one of the weird things in the world that don't fit neatly into the fae or werewolf category." "Weird like you," said Christy. "Well, yes," I agreed. "I thought that went without saying. Weird things like me.

Fourteen preteen girls, a tableful of werewolves—there were certain monstrous similarities.

Male werewolves treat their mates like beloved slaves. the thought set my back up. It was just a good thing I wasn't a werewolf or there would be a slave rebellion.

Maybe I should go back to teaching school about crazy people instead of being one. (Jim Alvin)

You are arrogant and overstep your bounds," I told him, pointing my cleaned fork at him. "I try," he said with false modesty.

He slept on the foot of my bed. When I suggested he might be more comfortable in his room, he regarded me steadily with ice-colored eyes. Where does a werewolf sleep? Anywhere he wants to.

People I cared about could hurt my feelings, but almost complete strangers? I could care less about what they thought.

movement in the small room left him directly between Wellesley and Anna. "She is a baby—and we know

I know who you mean," Adam said. "And no, you're thinking about Lincoln Thorson. He's still second in the Lincoln, Nebraska, pack—which is why everyone remembers him. This isn't that Lincoln.

Renegade Cantrip agents is our working hypothesis

Give that wolf of yours a nudge for me. I do love Russian men.

Like a flytrap," Ben said, hesitating before he entered the foyer. "You know—open maw to sucker the flies inside." "Thanks for that," I said, and he grinned, though he didn't look any less spooked.

He doesn't seem very impressed," Cimorene commented in some amusement. "Why should he be?" Kazul said. "Well, you're a dragon," Cimorene answered, a little taken aback. "What difference does that make to a cat?

Tis my will that thou and he shall die by my hand. Thou hast but to choose the manner of thy death." "Old age," Cimorene said promptly. "Mock