Feelings are never stupid, they just make us feel stupid sometimes.
A little boy who’s discovered the monster under the bed is actually real, and it’s screwing Mommy.
Hope will lie to you, but lust is what it is; it never lies.
That disapproving look was back in her eyes. Her teacher face. The one that could make you squirm from ten paces, even if you were innocent. And I hadn’t been innocent for years.
I feel that if you are blessed, or lucky enough, to be doing well, you should help others.
If you’re open to it, New Orleans will teach you about yourself, but if you want to hide from who you really are, the city will help you do that, too.
My writing style is very sensual, as in sensory detail.
Here’s the secret to finishing that first book. Don’t rewrite as you go.
It’s not about winning, Haven. I’m not a prize to be won. I’m not the princess that needs rescuing from the dragon. I’m the prince and I kill my own monsters. You need to be ok with that. -Anita Blake.
A woman will forget that a man is male, if they are good enough friends, but men rarely forget that a woman is feminine.
Vampires were always either trying to kill me, or own me. God I hated being popular.
Self-doubt is a self-fulfilling prophecy.
I’m learning that you have to make time for what’s important. You have to fight to carve little pieces of happiness out of your life, or the everyday emergencies will eat up everything.
Women may get to wear lots of pretty colors, but men get the comfortable shoes. Anita Blake Vampire Hunter.
No, really, Ronnie, it’s good to share information when you know someone else is dating the lunarly challenged.
I am the Executioner. Murder someone in my town, and I’m the one that you get to see. Once.
Sometimes love makes you selfish. Sometimes it makes you stupid. Sometimes it reminds you why you love your gun.
To just let go, and not pick everything to death. To just let go and enjoy what you had. To just let go and not make everybody around you miserable with your own internal dialogue. To just let go and be happy. So simple. So difficult. So terrifying.
I didn’t want to pick at Micah and me until we unraveled. I wanted to leave it alone and enjoy it. I just didn’t know how to do that.
No. But then the American Government – whatever branch – has never really grasped the concept of tribal identity.