He's no more human than I am, ma petite." At least I'm not dead." That can be remedied.

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

I'm very judgmental person. It's one of my faults.

I have no personal stake in these people, Jean-Claude, but they are people. Good, bad, or indifferent, they are alive, and no one has the right to just arbitrarily snuff them out.” "So it is the sanctity of life you cling to?" I nodded. “That and the fact that every human being is special. Every death is a loss of something precious and irreplaceable.

My boyfriends are all more romantic than I am, and so are my lovers.

[Roland] jerked back too fast to see, and his fist was suddenly connecting with my chin. I didn't pass out, but my body went limp. Part of me was screaming silently. The other part was saying, 'Oh, what pretty trees.

Oh, no, a leopard blew up and plastered itself all over everything, but hey, animal print was in this year.