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

It was an hour before dawn. When all the Whos down in Whoville were asnooze in their beds without care. Sorry, wrong book. If I get to stay awake until dawn, I get just a tad slaphappy.

No. But then the American Government--whatever branch--has never really grasped the concept of tribal identity.

So many people took my opinion and some will give it more serious consideration because of who I am. Not because I have a specility in this field that I gave my opinion on, but simply because I am a little bit famous. I find that kind of power to presaude both frightening and exciting. My hope, my most frevent hope, is that I use this louder voice that success has given me, wisely. That I always remember that fame is the by product, not the substance of what I do.

I'd made sure I knew his name. You shouldn't ask people to die for you if you don't at least know their name.

Illusion is sometimes all that keeps us sane." - Anita

They say not to look back, but if you’re not sure what lies ahead, what else is there but looking back?