Laurell K. Hamilton

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I know, I know. I rescued him and he__ bonded to me like a baby duck.

who me?"anita blake seriesby: Laurell K Hamilton

I think we can do it.""But you don't know for sure," he said."No.""Geez, Anita.""Don't get rattled on me. We can do this.""But you aren't sure.""I'm not sure we'll survive the plane ride home, but I'm still getting on the plane.""Was that supposed to be comforting?" he asked."Yeah.""It wasn't," he said."Sorry, but this is as good as it gets. You want certainty, be an accountant.""I'm not good at math.""Me either.

Confidence is a fine trait. Over-confidence isn't.

I will love you always. When this red hair is white, I will still love you. When the smooth softness of youth is replaced by the delicate softness of age, I will still want to touch your skin. When your face is full of the lines of every smile you have ever smiled, of every surprise I have seen flash through your eyes, when every tear you have ever cried has left its mark upon your face,I will treasure you all the more, because I was there to see it all. I will share your life with you, Meredith, and I will love you until the last breath leaves your body or mine.

Out last chance is a cat's magic sight. We are doomed.

If you__e alive, don__ move, if you__e dead, don__ worry about it.

When God ignores you, the devil starts looking good.

Very few people see their own actions as truly evil,... It is left to their victims to decide what is evil and what is not.

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

People talk of sorrow as if it is soft, a thing of water and tears. But true sorrow is not soft. True sorrow is a thing of fire, and rock. It burns your heart, crushes your soul under the weight of mountains. It destroys, and even if you keep breathing, keep going, you die. The person you were moments ago dies... Gone. Everything solid, everything real, is gone. It doesn't come back. The world is forever fractured, so that you walk on the crust of an earth where you can always feel the heat under you, the press of lava, that is so hot it can burn flesh, melt bone, and the very air is poisonous. To survive, you swallow the heat. To keep from falling through and dying for real, you swallow all that hate. You push it down inside you, into that fresh grave that is all that is left of what you thought the world would be.

Since we__e made in God__ image, this must be from Him, so even God must need an __tta boy,_ an out-loud, in-your-head __hank you, great job on that sunset and that platypus was a brilliant fun idea._ Maybe that__ why we__e supposed to pray the way we do, because without it God would be lonely.

There comes a point when you either embrace who and what you are, or condemn yourself to be miserable all your days. Other people will try to make you miserable; don't help them by doing the job yourself.

Grimes believed in what he did, with no doubts. Though he was older than me by over a decade, I suddenly felt old. Some things mark your soul, not in years but in blood and pain and selling off parts of yourself to get the bad guys, until you finally look in the mirror and aren__ sure which side you__e on anymore. There comes a point when having a badge doesn__ make you the good guy, it just makes you one of the guys. I needed to be one of the good guys, or what the hell was I doing?

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__ not really a cop, or a soldier. I am a legally sanctioned murderer. I am the Executioner.

In real life I do violence, but for psychic stuff I do other things better.

Sex was never as neat as the movies made it. Real sex was messy. Good sex was messier.