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.

Hope will lie to you, but lust is what it is; it never lies.

Neither love nor evil conquers all, but evil cheats more.

Love is not about owning someone, but about loving them.

Graves are for the living, not the dead. It gives us something to concentrate on instead of the fact that our loved one is rotting under the ground.

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

Richard was a riddle with no answer, and I was tired of playing a game I couldn't win.