Because all bad little vampires see me in the end

Self-doubt is a self-fulfilling prophecy.

I wanted to say something brilliant. My God, Holmes, how did you know the zombie was hiding in the flower pot? But I couldn't lie.

I'd never met coffee that wasn't wonderful. It was just a matter of how wonderful it was.

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.

What's your name?" Donald." Hi, Donald, missed you at the wienie roast.

I tended to be hard on the egos of a certain kind of men. The ones who normally swept women off their feet had never moved me much, because I'd always felt that if they swept me off my feet they'd practiced on a lot of women before me, and would practice more with women after me. I'd rarely been wrong on that. ~Anita Blake