One of my rules is never explain. A writer is a lot like a magician, if you explain how the trick works then a lot of the magic turns mundane.

The true way to a man's heart is six inches of metal between his ribs." You have to love Anita Blake.

You did not bring down two of the royal guard in an unceremonious heap because the woman in the middle tripped.

To gain your heart's desire you have to lose some part of your old life, your old self. To do that you have to have courage; without it, you can't make the leap. And if you don't make the leap you have only three choices: You can hate yourself for not taking the chance, you can hate the person from whom you've sacrificed your happiness, or you can hate the one who offered you happiness, and blame them for your lack of courage, convince yourself it wasn't real.

No, death hadn't changed [Willie] much. But just in case, I avoided looking directly into his eyes. It was standard policy for dealing with vampires. He was a slime bucket, but now he was an undead slime bucket.

Some wounds cut us so deep that they stop us. Stop us from letting go, from growing up, from seeing the truth.

The only good enemy is a dead enemy.