Laurell K. Hamilton Quotes - Page 3

To just let go, and not pick everything to death. To just let go and enjoy what you had. To just let go and not make everybody around you miserable with your own internal dialogue. To just let go and be happy. So simple. So difficult. So terrifying.

Rafael, the Rat King, stared at the carnage with black-button eyes. "She is dead." "Ding dong, the witch is dead.

Here's the secret to finishing that first book. Don't rewrite as you go.

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

Men don't settle down because of the right woman. They settle down because they are finally ready for it. Whatever woman they're dating when they get ready is the one they settle down with, not necessarily the best one or the prettiest, just the one who happened to be on hand when the time got to be right. Unromantic, but still true.

Nothing turns to hate so bitter as what once was love.

Some wounds cut us so deep that they stop us. Stop us from letting go, from growing up, from seeing the truth.

I talk to myself everyone once in a while. Give myself very good advice. Sometimes I even take it.

A person likes to think of himself in a certain way, and when something happens that makes that no longer possible, you mourn the old self. The person you thought you were.

And the moment you care that much, a man has you. He owns a little piece of your soul, and he can beat you to death with it.

Readers respond to every genre intensely, if it's a genre that appeals to them. Again, who can say why anyone enjoys horror and dark fantasy? If I can't answer the question for myself, I wouldn't dream of trying to answer it for others

I try not to worry about rewriting books that worked well the first time. I'm too busy writing new books to worry about things that are already in print

You cannot die of grief, though it feels as if you can. A heart does not actually break, though sometimes your chest aches as if it is breaking. Grief dims with time. It is the way of things. There comes a day when you smile again, and you feel like a traitor. How dare I feel happy. How dare I be glad in a world where my father is no more. And then you cry fresh tears, because you do not miss him as much as you once did, and giving up your grief is another kind of death.

I am the Executioner. Murder someone in my town, and I’m the one that you get to see. Once.

Death, jewelry, or magic; it sounded like Valentine's Day.

Still it might be nice, once in a while, not to have to choose between evils. Just once, couldn't I choose the lesser good?

Nothing cuts deeper than when another person says exactly what you're afraid to say out loud.

A girl could never have too much jewelry or too much weaponry.

Is death such a high price to pay, when you will die anyway?

I am sincere, ma petite, even when I lie.

Some days you go bear hunting and you get eaten. Some days you come home with a nice rug to roll around on, and bear steaks. What they don't tell you as a kid is that sometimes you get the rug and steaks, but you also get some nice scars to go with them. As a child you don't understand that you can win, but that's it's not always worth the price. Once you understand and accept that possibility you become a real grown up, and the world becomes a much more serious place. Not less fun, but once you realize what can go wrong, it's a lot scarier to go hunting "bears".

A little boy who's discovered the monster under the bed is actually real, and it's screwing Mommy.

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.

I knew from the moment I heard you, the moment I saw the gun and realized that this lovely, petit woman was the executioner, that you would never die waiting for me to save you - that you would save yourself.

Can the sarcasm,' he said. 'Please, I always use fresh sarcasm, never canned.