Quotes by Laurell K. Hamilton

Lust has less logic than love, sometimes, but its easier to fight.

It may be a crush, or hero worship (...), it may not be love, but if youve never felt anything stronger, how do you tell the difference?

If the eyes are the window to the soul, then Edwards in trouble cause no one is home.

trust me, Anita, if you get dead, especially if he blames himself in any way, he will be a force of destruction looking for a place to be aimed. And hes blamed himself for introducing you to Olaf here from the get-go. If Olaf did to you what hes done to some of his other victims, Edward would drown the world in blood to erase those images.

Easy does it, boys. I just need help standing, not flying.

To gain your hearts desire you have to lose some part of your old life, your old self. To do that you have to have courage; without it, you cant make the leap. And if you dont make the leap you have only three choices: You can hate yourself for not taking the chance, you can hate the person from whom youve sacrificed your happiness, or you can hate the one who offered you happiness, and blame them for your lack of courage, convince yourself it wasnt real.

Stupidity isnt punishable by death. If it was, there would be a hell of a population drop.

You lie like butter wouldnt melt in your mouth, Edward.He smiled. I dont lie to you.Really, I said.The smile became a grin. Okay, not most of the time, anymore. His face sobered. Im not lying now.

Why, you may ask, didnt we have a cow tonight? No one would sell Bayard one. He had the brilliant idea of telling the farmers why he wanted the cow. The God-fearing folk would sell their cows to be eaten, but not for raising zombies. Prejudiced bastards.

We call them survivors, but once the vampires get you, the person you were dies, like any traumatized part of you never leaves that room, that car, that moment, and you walk forward a ghost of your former self. You rebuild yourself over the years, but the person you were isn’t the person you become. The great bad thing happens, and you become a ghost in your own life, and then you become flesh and blood and remake your life, but the ghosts of what happened don’t go away completely. They wait for you in low moments, and then they wail at you, shaking their chains in your face and trying to strangle you with them.

If you didnt understand the need for friendship or love, could you be lonely?

He held Saraid the rest of the way home, and in a way she held him right back, because sometimes and especially for a man, being able to be someone’s big strong shoulder to cry on helps you not need to cry so very much yourself.

Questions are great, but only if you know the answers. If you ask questions and the answers surprise you, you look silly.

Watching St John rock his wifes body was not part of my job description. Honest. I sat down on the stairs where I could see the door, the hallway, and the stairs as far as the landing. St John started singing in a strange, broken voice. It took me a few minutes to figure out what he was singing. It was You are so Beautiful

Those same women tell me I am too short to be beautiful,” I traced my hands across my breasts, “they say my breasts are too large,” I traced down my waist to my hips, “that I curve in places they do not,” I traced down my thighs. Sidhe women don’t have thighs. I let my hair fall across my face as I moved, so that my eyes gazed at him half hidden behind the scarlet of my hair. “They tell me I am ugly.”He spilled out of his chair, dumping his queen to the floor. He roared, “Who says these things? I will crush their jaws and see them choke on their own lies!”The outrage on his face, the trembling rage of him—I took it for the compliment it was. I realized in that moment that Kurag might want me for more than just politics or supernatural bloodlines. In that heartbeat, I thought that maybe, just maybe, the Goblin King loved me, in an odd sort of way. I had expected many things today, but not love.I don’t know why, but I suddenly realized there were tears trailing down my face. Crying because some goblin had offered to defend my honor? I gazed up at Kurag, and I let him see what was in my face, my eyes, all of it. Because I realized that I still didn’t believe I was beautiful. The guards wanted me because to be without me was to be celibate. They pursued me so they might be king. None of them wanted me, for me. Maybe that was unfair, but how would I ever know why they came to my bed? I looked at Kurag and knew that here was a man who’d known me since I was a child, and he thought I was beautiful, and worth defending, and he would never bed me, never be my king. Knowing that anyone adored me, just for me, meant something. Something I had no words for, but I let Kurag see that I valued it. That I valued him, and how he felt about me.

Lately, when I didnt have room to bitch, I didnt. Maturity, at last.

I am not a morning person.

The tears were back, stinging just behind my eyes. There was blood all over my penguins. I didnt give a damn about the walls and carpet. They could be replaced, but Id collected those damned stuffed toys over years.

If you dont feel loved maybe the outward trappings like weddings and wedding rings become important? (Page 567)

There was a tinge of evil to it, a lot of sex, but under that was alittle boy peeking out, an uncertain little boy. That was it. That was the attraction. Nothing is moreappealing than a handsome man who is also uncertain of himself.