Fiction just makes it all more interesting. Truth is so boring.

A piece of happiness should never be taken as due.

I realized that I was really tired of people popping on and off of my property like it was a train station on the supernatural railroad.

‎Should we do this now?" Pam gave an almost inaudible snort. She was smiling in the glow of the streetlight, suddenly exhilarated. "You waiting for an engraved invite?" Lord save me from sarcastic vampires.

(Sookie's Thoughts on Debbie Pelt) she had been cruel to Alcide, insulted me grievously, burned a hole in my favorite wrap and—oh—tried to kill me by proxy. Also, she had stupid hair.

I freely admit I know nothing about television or writing for the screen.

Look, how come he showed up now? When you have other fairies in the woods? And does that sound crazy when you say it out loud, or what?