Quotes by Patricia Briggs

I dont like it when I outweigh my men.

When life doesnt meet your expectations, it was important to take it with grace.

The only certainty life contains is death.

Survivors cant always choose their methods.

MS. THOMPSON, it said in heavy block letters, PLEASE KEEP YOUR FELINE OFF MY PROPERTY. IF I SEE IT AGAIN, I WILL EAT IT.

Why is it that all cars are women? he asked. Because theyre fussy and demanding, answered Zee. Because if they were men, theyd sit around and complain instead of getting the job done, I told him.

It is one of those lessons that every child should learn: Dont play with fire, sharp objects, or ancient artifacts.

Intelligent men are dangerous.

Any idiot can put up a website.

Civilization is vastly overrated.

When I die of heart failure the next time you frighten me like that, you can put that on my gravestone—‘I didn’t mean to startle her.

Cheeses crusty, got all musty, got damp on the stone of a peach,” I agreed. He looked blank, so I repeated it with proper emphasis. “ ChEEZ-zes crusty. Got Al -musty. Got DAMp on the StoneofapeaCH.

Where does a werewolf sleep? Anywhere he wants to.

Women are sneaky.

Are you going to tell me what that was about?” Adam asked as we went back upstairs.“Sometime,” I told him. “When were telling ghost stories around a campfire, and I want to scare you.

What would a racist call werewolves? Wargs? She kind of liked that one, but suspected that racist bastards didnt read Tolkien.

Some truths are truths, no matter who says them.

I dont like lies, said Bran, and I knew Id failed to keep the pain of his revelation from my face. Not even lies of omission. Hard truths can be dealt with, triumphed over, but lies will destroy your soul.

I suppose we must work on being gracious and grateful until we can do for ourselves. Someday the wheel of fate will put us in a position to be of use to them, and we will remember how much easier it is to give help than it is to accept it.

She doesn’t need the pack. She doesn’t need me.”I shot to my feet. “That’s not true,” I said hotly.He tilted his head a little, his eyes meeting mine. His eyes softened. “I misspoke,” he said in a steady voice. “She doesn’t need me to make sure she has enough food or a place to live-that is my privilege, but she doesn’t need me to do that. She doesn’t need me to keep her safe or to make her a whole person. She doesn’t need me to do anything except love her. Which I do.