The true way to a man's heart is six inches of metal between his ribs." You have to love Anita Blake.
How could you love someone and not want them to be happy?
I enjoy my anger, it’s the only hobby I have.
If I wasn't dead already, I'd said I was having a heart attack.
Now that I'm being very successful, publishers are trying to mainstream me, but I'm unabashedly genre. It's what I like to read, what I like to write
Sometimes it's not the optimist you need, but another pessimist to walk beside you and know, absolutely know, that the sound in the dark is a monster, and it really is as bad as you think. Did that sound hopeless? It didn't feel hopeless. It felt reassuring. It felt - real.