Patricia Briggs Quotes - Page 7

Taking out werewolves, I gather and surmise, is akin to taking out a SEAL team.

It is the way of mortals. They fling themselves at life and emerge broken.

There isn’t a person in this city more dangerous than a wolf whose mate is in danger.

What do you mean?” Leslie’s voice was cool, as if she questioned witches who were flat on their backs being threatened by werewolves every day.

Honey, ... When a wolf watches a lamb, he's not thinking about the lamb's mommy.

To make great art, you had to expose your soul, and some things should be left safely in the dark.

“Hey, Adam,” I said. “I thought you'd want to know that Warren and Darryl made it out of the vampire den alive.” I sucked in my breath. “You didn't actually agree to their meeting on Marsilia's grounds?” He laughed. “No, it just sounded better than saying they made it out of Denny's alive. It might not be romantic, but it's open all night and set in the middle of a brightly lit parking lot with no dark places for skulking parties to ambush from.”

You'd tell the world what your best friend wore to sleep if you thought it made a good enough story.

Over a lifetime of dealing with difficult women, I have learned it is often better to give into their demands immediately.

A man learns with age, if he is lucky.

Don't make light of any man's pain.

You cannot sacrifice the world for your children.

If creation was given no limit, ultimately everything would cease to exist.

My will broke at the sound of his voice, and my head turned with as much inevitability as a sunflower turning its face to the sun.

You play games with people's lives.(...) You forget that they are fragile.

Are we going to Portland?" I asked. "Or Multnomah Falls?" He smiled at me. "Go to sleep." I waited three seconds. "Are we there yet?" His smile widened, and the last of the usual tension melted from his face. For a smile like that, I'd...do anything.

Adam didn't approve of Wal-Mart.

Nothing says you're sorry like a dead bunny.

Mercy is not a proper Indian name."..........."Rash Coyote Who Runs With Wolf. We could shorten it to Dinner Woman.

Some of the fae have an odd idea of bride send-offs," he explained "including, according to Zee, kidnapping." "I forgot about that." And I was appalled because I knew better. "Bran and Samuel are probably more of a danger than any of the fae," I told him. "Someday, I'll tell you about some of the more spectaculare wedding antics Samuel's told me about." Some of them made kidnapping look mild.

Mine" he said. Adam's eyes narrowed. "I don't think so. She is mine." It would of been flattering,I thought,except that at least one of them was talking about dinner and I wasn't certain about the other.

Someday, I'm going to meet some supernatural creature who tells me everything I should know up front and in a forthright manner - but I'm not going to hold my breath.

Wolves eat coyotes," Gordon said[...] If he weren't an old man, I had some rude things I could have said to that. "Yes," observed Adam blandly. "I do." Yep. That was the one that came to mind. And he didn't even blush when he said it. Maybe Gordon would miss the double entendre. But he grinned cheerfully at Adam.

Christmas garland and a rock?" he said, a smile in his voice."Why not an ornament?" "Wolves aren't fragile," I told him. "And they're... stubbon and hard to move

After I shut the door behind me, I heard Darryl say "of course eating him would work too.