I know who and what I am. I am the Executioner, and I don't date vampires. I kill them.

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.

a pink taffeta evening gown. It looked like it had run away from a junior high prom... The dress looked like a petunia on steroids to me.

I am a very linear thinker, so I write beginning to end. I write hundreds of pages per book that never make it into print

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?

Women may get to wear lots of pretty colors, but men get the comfortable shoes. Anita Blake Vampire Hunter

"I was just offered a contract on your life, for enough money to make it worth my while." It was my turn to be quiet. "Did you take it?" "Would I be calling you if I had?" "Maybe," I said. He laughed. "True, but I'm not going to take it." "Why not?" "Friendship." "Try again," I said. "I figure I'll get to kill more people guarding you. If I take the contract, I only get to kill you." "Comforting."