Quotes by Charlaine Harris

You are speaking of my future lover. Be more respectful.

Its probably a bad indicator of your lifestyle when you miss your ex-boyfriend because hes absolutely lethal.

Hey, our hairs the same color, I said, eying us side by side in the mirror.Sure is, girlfriend. Eric grinned at me.

Eric moved the broom experimentally and made an attempt to sweep the glass into the pan while it lay in the middle of the floor. Of course, the pan slid away. Eric scowled.Id finally found something Eric did poorly.

Niall had been able to mask the odor of fairy from Eric in the restaurant, but I saw from the flare of Erics nostrils that the intoxicating scent clung to me. Erics eyes closed in ecstasy, and he actually licked his lips. I felt like a T-bone just out of reach of a hungry dog. Snap out of it, I said. I wasnt in the mood.With a huge effort, Eric reigned himself in. When you smell like that, he said, I just wanna fuck you and bite you and rub myself all over you.

And by golly, love sure was a battlefield. Benatar was right about that.

There’s no way you can kill someone and get to the other side of the experience unchanged.

My bullshit meter is reading that as false.

Fiction just makes it all more interesting. Truth is so boring.

Then was ashamed of myself. I should be happy for what Id been given. I hoped God hadnt noticed my lapse in appreciation.

You think that it’s not magic that keeps you alive? Just ‘cause you understand the mechanics of how something works, doesn’t make it any less of a miracle. Which is just another word for magic. We’re all kept alive by magic, Sookie. My magic’s just a little different from yours, that’s all.

A piece of happiness should never be taken as due.

By the way, I havent heard an Im sorry from you yet. My sense of grievance had overwhelmed my sense of self-preservation.I am sorry that the maenad picked on you.I glared at him. Not enough, I said. I was trying hard to hang on to this conversation.Angelic Sookie, vision of love and beauty, I am prostrate that the wicked evil maenad violated your smooth and voluptuous body, in an attempt to deliver a message to me.Thats more like it.

Let go, he advised me, and I loosened my grip on his hands. No, not of me, he said, smiling. You can hold on to me as long as you want. Let go of the pain, Sookie. Let go. You need to drift away.It was the first time I had relinquished my will to someone else. As I looked at him, it became easy, and I retreated from the suffering and uncertainty of this strange place.

We could go back to your house. I can stay with you always. We can know each others bodies in every way, night after night. I could love you. I could work, you would not be poor. I would help you.

So you want me to go to a human orgy, where I will not be welcome, and you want us to leave before I get to enjoy myself? ~Eric Northman

I’d never seen anything like it. First a trial, then a few murders, then dancing. Life goes on. Or, in this case, death continues.

Could I tell them I was sorry their loved one was dead, when he’d tried to kill me? There was no rule of etiquette for this; even my grandmother would have been stymied.

Life had sure been simpler when I hadnt dated.

In the world I lived in, the world of human people, there were ties and debts and consequences and good deeds. That was what bound people to society; maybe that was what constituted society. And I tried to live in my little niche in it the best way I could.