My first word for the New Year was 'exsanguinate.' This was probably not a good omen.

"Come on," I said, taking his hand. Clutching the afghan with the other hand, he trailed down the hall after me, a snow white giant in tiny red underwear.

Sookie, what have we done? And to whom?" "I killed a chicken. And I cooked it." "Sookie, Sookie. My bullshit meter is reading that as a false." -Eric Northman, Sookie Stackhouse

My bodyguard was mowing the lawn in a pink bikini when the body fell from the sky.

i hate not knowing what i did." _Eric

Who wants a bag of bones?” he said, with absolute sincerity. “I don’t want to hurt myself on the sharp edges of the woman I’m bedding.

Self-pity is like chocolate; as you get older, you can only afford a little bit.