The air was cold and wet, and if you stood still for a moment the chilling damp would creep into your bones. I could tell the temperature was taking a deep dive, and the bright sky of the morning was a fond memory. It was an appropriate day to dump a body.
Least said soonest meanded.
There were toes. Those toes wouldn’t be happy piggies. But they didn’t have any right to be in the way.
I kicked off my sandals, put my ice-tinkling glass on the small table by my current book.
My pride had risen up and whopped me in the face. I don’t lose my temper a lot, but when I do, I make a good job of it.
Jesus Christ, shepherd of Judea.
Probably these children were not demonic. Possibly they were quite typical. But collectively, they were hell.
We can’t leave this world without leaving a lot of detritus behind. We never go out as cleanly as we come in; and even when we come in, there’s the afterbirth.
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.
I couldn’t speak, for once in my life. I was terrified of seeing him again; and I would rather have shaved my head than not see him again.
I’ve often wished when I started a book I knew what was going to happen. I talked to writers who write 80-page outlines, and I’m just in awe of that.
You catch more flies with honey than you do with vinegar.
If it pleases you and you can write at all, it’s gonna please somebody else.
Gay rights is just one of the social issues I’m interested in. I think that people might be less tense about it if we would all accept the fact that not everyone is wired the same way.
Why was it librarians had such a prim image? With all the information available in books right there at their fingertips, librarians could be the best-informed people around. About anything.
You think that it’s not magic that keeps you alive? Just ’cause you understand the mechanics of how something works, doesn’t make it any less of a miracle. Which is just another word for magic. We’re all kept alive by magic, Sookie. My magic’s just a little different from yours, that’s all.
What I think I’ll do is I’ll do my best to yank Debbie out of me by the roots. And then I’ll turn up on your doorstep, one day when you least expect it, and I’ll hope by then you will have given up on your vampire.
This must be the legendary Yankee rudeness.
All the pictures on the walls, they all white as lilies and smiling like alligators.
Everyone thinks I’m crazy, you know, because I can’t tell them the truth; which is, that I’m driven crazy by all these thoughts, all these heads.