Quotes by Laurell K. Hamilton

Give a truly good person power, and they’re still a good person. Give a bad person power, and they’re still a bad person. The question is always about the person in between. The one that isn’t evil, or good, but just ordinary. You don’t always know what an ordinary person is like on the inside.

Sometimes you fight what you are, and sometimes you give in to it. And some nights you just don’t want to fight yourself anymore, so you pick someone else to fight.

Before I knew you, I thought brave was not being afraid. Youve taught me that bravery is being terrified and doing it anyway.

Sex is like crying, it does look pretty if you really do it

Ethan gave me an admiring look that wasnt about sex, but about that guy moment when they realize you are not just another pretty face, but maybe, just maybe you can be cute, petite, and one of the guys all at the same time.

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

I try to be a good cop. I try to be a good little soldier and follow orders up to a point. But in the end I’m not really a cop, or a soldier. I am a legally sanctioned murderer. I am the Executioner.

Grimes believed in what he did, with no doubts. Though he was older than me by over a decade, I suddenly felt old. Some things mark your soul, not in years but in blood and pain and selling off parts of yourself to get the bad guys, until you finally look in the mirror and aren’t sure which side you’re on anymore. There comes a point when having a badge doesn’t make you the good guy, it just makes you one of the guys. I needed to be one of the good guys, or what the hell was I doing?

In real life I do violence, but for psychic stuff I do other things better.

Since we’re made in God’s image, this must be from Him, so even God must need an “atta boy,” an out-loud, in-your-head “Thank you, great job on that sunset and that platypus was a brilliant fun idea.” Maybe that’s why we’re supposed to pray the way we do, because without it God would be lonely.

People talk of sorrow as if it is soft, a thing of water and tears. But true sorrow is not soft. True sorrow is a thing of fire, and rock. It burns your heart, crushes your soul under the weight of mountains. It destroys, and even if you keep breathing, keep going, you die. The person you were moments ago dies... Gone. Everything solid, everything real, is gone. It doesnt come back. The world is forever fractured, so that you walk on the crust of an earth where you can always feel the heat under you, the press of lava, that is so hot it can burn flesh, melt bone, and the very air is poisonous. To survive, you swallow the heat. To keep from falling through and dying for real, you swallow all that hate. You push it down inside you, into that fresh grave that is all that is left of what you thought the world would be.

Nothing is more appealing than a handsome man who is also uncertain of himself.

Very few people see their own actions as truly evil,... It is left to their victims to decide what is evil and what is not.

When God ignores you, the devil starts looking good.

If you’re alive, don’t move, if you’re dead, don’t worry about it.

Out last chance is a cats magic sight. We are doomed.

Confidence is a fine trait. Over-confidence isnt.

I think we can do it.But you dont know for sure, he said.No.Geez, Anita.Dont get rattled on me. We can do this.But you arent sure.Im not sure well survive the plane ride home, but Im still getting on the plane.Was that supposed to be comforting? he asked.Yeah.It wasnt, he said.Sorry, but this is as good as it gets. You want certainty, be an accountant.Im not good at math.Me either.

who me?anita blake seriesby: Laurell K Hamilton

I know, I know. I rescued him and he’s bonded to me like a baby duck.