I dipped into his brain. He wasn't happy that I wasn't wearing a bra, because my boobs distracted him. He was thinking I was a bit too curvy for his taste. He was thinking he'd better not think about me that way anymore. He was missing his wife.

There's not much I dislike more than being addressed as "Hey you" and being poked with a finger.

I’d always enjoyed life, and I knew I would again. But I was going to have to slog through a lot of bad patches to get there

I was embarrased, horrified and absolutely ready to jump him!

(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 met Elvis in your woods one night,” Terry said. One of the EMTs had given him a shot, and I thought it was beginning to work. “I knew I was nuts then. He was telling me how much he liked cats. I told him I was a dog person, myself.

Finally, I drew in a long breath. It was noisy and painful and just heaven.