What was I supposed to say?.....did I tell them the Master had the hots for me, so I'd probably be okay? -Anita

So many of us had been armed that there were holsters and weapons scattered among the passed-out bodies like mercenary prizes in a fleshy Cracker Jack box.

Fear will keep you alive; indifference won't.

Sex was never as neat as the movies made it. Real sex was messy. Good sex was messier.

He looked less handsome without the smile and glow in his eyes, but he also seemed more real. Being real will get me into trouble faster than any amount of charm.

I tended to be hard on the egos of a certain kind of men. The ones who normally swept women off their feet had never moved me much, because I'd always felt that if they swept me off my feet they'd practiced on a lot of women before me, and would practice more with women after me. I'd rarely been wrong on that. ~Anita Blake

Most hatred is based on fear, one way or another.