Charlaine Harris Quotes - Page 5

I often cried when I got angry; I hated that. Crying just made you look weak, no matter what triggered it.

It was somehow degrading, craving someone so... voraciously - another good calendar word - just because he was physically beautiful. I hadn't thought that was something women did, either.

His eyes were still like caves with ghosts dwelling in their depths.

I said the first thing that came into my head unfortunately. "Save the drama for your mama " I told her just like an eleven-year-old.

But in my book, it was basically bad taste to stare at someone's assets, no matter how much on display they were.

I would've asked him to bring a shovel and come to help me dig a body up. That was what a boyfriend should do, right?" -Sookie Stackhouse

What I think I'll do is I'll do my best to yank Debbie out of me by the roots. And then I'll turn up on your doorstep, one day when you least expect it, and I'll hope by then you will have given up on your vampire.

That's just not right," Sam muttered. "Claude needs to keep his pants on.

Only a group lack of imagination could account for people not wondering what went on in the dark around them.

It's a sad comment on humans that none of them are tolerable to one who can read their minds

People fidget. They are compelled to look engaged in an activity, or purposeful. Vampires can just occupy space without feeling obliged to justify it.

Following Simon's adventures is like being the pinball in an especially antic game, but it's well worth the wear and tear.

What had set the fae world off? I`d never seen one. Now you couldn`t throw a trowel without hitting a fairy.

I am here," Eric said. "And I am here." I was a little amused at Eric's phone answering technique. "Sookie, my little bullet-sucker," he said, sounding fond and warm. "Eric, my big bullshitter.

Men sometimes have to leave their ladies alone, and ladies are not responsible for the bad manners of fools.

There's not much I dislike more than being addressed as "Hey you" and being poked with a finger.

Maybe she was being so hoity-toity because she didn't have her own fairy godmother.

If it's easy to be friendly she will be. If the wind blows the other way her friendship will be gone. And I'm thinking the wind is blowing the other way. She has found some other way to be an important person in her own right by hating others.

No, I like you alive and warm and wiggling.

The god entered some women so completely that they became immortal, or very close to it. Bacchus was the god of the grape, of course, so bars are very interesting to maenads. In fact, so interesting that they don't like other creatures of darkness becoming involved. Maenads consider that the violence sparked by the consumption of alcohol belongs to them; that's what they feed off, now that no one formally worships their god. And they are attracted to pride.

Life should imitate romance literature far more often.

What are you, Zen Master Fang?

I so seldom had to dispose of a human body myself, I was at a loss. Fairies turned into dust, and vampires flaked away. Demons had to be burned. Humans were very troublesome.

I certainly think we're going to see more and more graphic novels and more illustrated novels.

If I quit having fun, then it's time for me to quit working.