Laurell K. Hamilton Quotes

Still it might be nice, once in a while, not to have to choose between evils. Just once, couldn't I choose the lesser good?

Power makes you a monarch, and all the fancy robes in the world won't do the job without it.

There had to be a circle of Hell where you were eternally fourteen, eternally in junior high. One of the lower circles.

You walk like a duck with a wet diaper on.'' Anita Blake Vampire Hunter

Never interrupt when you're winning.

Readers respond to every genre intensely, if it's a genre that appeals to them. Again, who can say why anyone enjoys horror and dark fantasy? If I can't answer the question for myself, I wouldn't dream of trying to answer it for others

Who hit you?" "Why, so you can go beat him up?" "One of the fringe benefits of being my human servant is my protection." "I don't need your protection, Jean-Claude." "He hurt you." "And I shoved a gun into his groin and made him tell me everything he knew," I said.

When in doubt, ignore and be horribly unimpressed

I hate being awake at three in the morning. It is the godforsaken heart of darkness when the body runs slow, and the brain runs slower, and all you want to do is sleep. But I had promises to keep, and miles to go before I could sleep. Or at least a couple of miracles to perform before I could go to bed.

I hated missing the end of anything. I was always convinced that the bit I'd miss would be the best part.

Confidence is a fine trait. Over-confidence isn't.

He was twenty. I remembered twenty. I'd known everything at twenty. It took me another year to realize I knew nothing. I was still hoping to learn something before I hit thirty, but I wasn't holding my breath.

I'm not afraid of heights, but the idea of falling from them, well, that I'm afraid of.

He doesn’t pretend,” the punk pixie said. He nodded toward Doyle. “Nice rings. You got anything else pierced?” “Yes,” Doyle said. The boy smiled, making the rings in the edge of his nose and his bottom lip curl cheerfully with it. “Me too,” he said.

Walking your path doesn't mean you don't hurt, it means the pain is worth the progress. Sometimes you have to break something down in order to remake it, and that includes yourself, or it did for me. There were moments when I wept for an easier road, but in the end I would not trade my path for anyone else's. It is mine and the traveling of it has made me who I am, and continues to shape and remold me into the best, happiest, most productive, most playful me, I've ever been.

That was the true terror of love, that you could love with your whole heart, your whole soul, and lose both

Worry about the things you can control; the rest will either work themselves out, or they'll kill you. Either way, no more worries.

Never criticize, unless you can do a better job.

Neal stood, kicking free of the clinging curtain. "I'll kill you." I drew the firestar and pointed it at him. "I don't think so." "She is pack now," Sylvie said. "You fight one of us, and you fight all of us." Edward raised his eyebrows at me. "What is going on, Anita?" "I think I've been adopted," I said.

I worry that when you start quoting Machiavelli to justify your actions, you have ceased to be one of the good guys. No, quoting Nietzsche does that. Machiavelli is just cool.

If your life works, and you work in it, then it’s okay, whatever is happening is okay.

There are a thousand ways to hurt someone you love that have nothing to do with physical violence.

Love, whether it's friendship or more, is like a cup. It fills up drop by drop, until one last drop and the cup is full. The liquid hangs there almost above the rim, hangs there on surface tension alone and you know that one more drop and it will spill over.

I wasn't crying, my eyes were running. My eyes were running because there were pieces of zombies all over my toys. Jesus.

I kissed him on the cheek and left to find Bobby Lee. Him, I trusted to be in the line of fire. But it was more than that: I wasn't sleeping with bobby Lee. I didn't love him. Sometimes love makes you selfish. Sometimes it makes you stupid. Sometimes it reminds you why you love your gun.

It's better to be loved than feared, but if you can't be loved, then fear will do.-Dino quoting Machiavelli

I wasn't afraid of him anymore, because I could smell his fear. You never had to be afraid of anything that was afraid of you.

I'm very judgmental person. It's one of my faults.

If the only tool you have is a hammer, all your problems begin to look like nails. - Abraham Maslow

That was the problem with loving people: it made you weak. It made you need them. It made the thought of not having them the worst thing in the world.

There was a time when you would have taken my heart with stake or gun. Now you have taken it with these delicate hands and the scent of your body." - Jean-Claude

Nicky looked down at me with a knowledge on his face that he was holding the monster in his arms. I'd have comforted him, but it would have been all lies.

Sex was never as neat as the movies made it. Real sex was messy. Good sex was messier.

In chains and darkness, wherefore should I stay, And mourn in prison, while I keep the key.

Stupidity isn't punishable by death. If it was, there would be a hell of a population drop.

Remember your personal demons should be afraid of you, because you are their home, their food, and as you heal, their executioner.

If you can't impress yourself, then no one else really matters.

There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.

The rule is that if they have a weapon and want to take you someplace else, it is so they can kill you slower--Peter

she was just that shiver that makes you walk faster at night. You don't know why you do it, but some part of you remembers that the dark is never really empty. ~Anita

I never said I was consistent.

Sometimes the monsters are real, Anita. Sometimes they’re real and the only way to defeat them is to be the bigger monster.' - Chang Bibi to Anita

He laughed, and it raised goose-bumps on my arms. "Oh,ma petite ,ma petite , you are precious." Just what I wanted to hear. "So how are you getting here?" "My private jet." Of course, he had a private jet. "When can you be here?" "I will be there as soon as I can, my impatient flower." "I prefer ma petite to flower.

I laid my hand on top of theirs, and all I could think was, Is this how revolutions begin? Not with a proclamation or a riot, but with a few people in a room somewhere with their hands clasped and a purpose.

Seventy percent of a first draft is garbage and 30 percent is gold, but you have to write 100 percent to get that 30.

Ma petite is not a subtle woman. Unless you say it, she will not understand it.

There comes a point when you either embrace who and what you are, or condemn yourself to be miserable all your days. Other people will try to make you miserable; don't help them by doing the job yourself.

His parting shot to me had been, "I don't want to love someone who is more at home with the monsters than I am." What do you say to that? What can you say? Damned if I know. They say love conquers everything. They lie.