I, Anita Blake, scourge of the undead-the human with more vampire kills than any other vampire executioner in the country-was dating a vampire. It was poetically ironic.

Sometimes the greatest wounds are the ones we try the hardest not to inflict.

Never criticize, unless you can do a better job.

I am the Executioner. Murder someone in my town, and I’m the one that you get to see. Once.

Some people just don't seem to understand the concept of fiction. It is fiction; it ain't true, folks

One thing I've learned about vampires--they keep pulling new rabbits out of their cloaks. Big, fanged, carnivorous bunnies that'll eat your eyeballs if you're not paying attention.

He said,'Trust yourself, mon ami. You are not your friend with his so-sad tale. And Anita is not human. Through us she is more than that. Both of us huddle around her humanity like it is the last candle flame in a world of darkness. But by our very love, we make her less human, and more.