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

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.

That disapproving look was back in her eyes. Her teacher face. The one that could make you squirm from ten paces, even if you were innocent. And I hadn't been innocent for years.

But if anything will turn me off, it's a very practiced approach, as if the man has done it a thousand times before, to a lot of different women. Which always seems to imply that I am no different from all the rest. Not flattering.

I try not to worry about rewriting books that worked well the first time. I'm too busy writing new books to worry about things that are already in print

I knew from the moment I heard you, the moment I saw the gun and realized that this lovely, petit woman was the executioner, that you would never die waiting for me to save you - that you would save yourself.

When sex is necessary for the plot of a book, or a character development, then I don't shy away from it. Why should I?