Karen Marie Moning Quotes - Page 8

Dude, got eyes? I'm collecting evidence." [...] "In Ziploc bags." "I think they're Glad." "They look impartial to me.

I realized early in my career that precisely what one reader doesn't like is what another reader loves. Collectively, any writer's audience presents a mishmash of expectations that can never all be met. What one-tenth of my readership may not be crazy about the other nine-tenths savors. The moment you start altering a book or a painting or any type of art as if it's a public collaborative, you crucify its soul. I'd rather irritate a few people and delight a lot than touch no one." ~ Karen Marie Moning

You believe in God? Dude. Only God could have created physics.

Barrons had just given me the most carnal, sexually charged hungry look I'd ever seen in my life, and I was pretty sure he didn't even know he had done it.

You need me as much as I need you. That makes us equal partners in my book. Well, your book is just wrong.

I love music because it's so fecking brilliant. Music is math, and math is the structure of everything and pretty much perfect.

Holy water at my wrists and behind my ears; my version of Eau de Don'tbiteme

I wondered what one wore to visit a vampire. The chic red sweater set didn't go so well with my darker hair, and I was afraid it might be construed as a flirtatious invitation to color me bloodier.

I don't know about you, but I call impromptu vomiting harm.

I began peering into the corners of the room, making sure all the shadows were cast by objects and obeying known laws of physics.

Beautiful women rarely possess sufficient depth of character to survive without their pretty feathers.

Got to love a dude that says things like "kinetic" and "detritus.

I hammered him with my fists. He just stood and took it. He didn't suffer graciously, he looked pissed off to no end. But he let me hit him. And he didn't hit me back.

Get back on the bike and tell me where to go." "I'll tell you where to go," I muttered sourly, and he laughed.

But then we so rarely understand the value of what we possess until it's gone.

For the record, Irish," he informed her tightly, just in case she got the wrong idea, "I kneel to no one.

Think you two puny Druids can hold this keep for a single night?

Abruptly, she knew that after this night she was never going to be the same again. Nothing was ever going to be the same. Oh, yes, the man could define himself as the dawning of an epoch if he wanted to. There was, quite simply, before Adam and after Adam.

And now she was just Gabby, currently staying in a dreamy, magnificent castle in Scotland with a Fae prince who did all kinds of non-nasty, non-inhuman things like tearing up lists of names, and returning tadpoles to lakes, and saving people's lives. Not to mention kissing with all the otherwordly splendor of a horny angel.

He had a come-and-get-me-baby-I'm-pure-trouble-and-you're-gonna-love-it kind of attitude.

Gwen smiled. "Hardly. Bedraggled is being in the full throes of nicotine withdrawal, and after a week on a bus with a group of senior citizens, falling into a cave, and landing on a body." "And then getting tossed back a few centuries, with no idea of what's going on," Chloe agreed. "Naked, too, weren't you?" Gwen nodded wryly. Gabby blinked. "I gave you my plaid," Drustan protested indignantly.

Do you think love just goes away? Pops out of existence when it becomes too painful or inconvenient, as if you never felt it?

That part of his body was simply uncontrollable, apparently functioning in accordance to a single law of nature: She existed--he got a hard-on.

There should be a vaccine against Adam Black. And all women should be given it at birth.

I'm his locomotive and he's my shield.