The rich and powerful always seem to prefer the tops of buildings. Hasn't anyone ever explained to them that higher just means… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
Love mattered, in the end. A house without love would always fall, maybe not today or tomorrow, but in the end without… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
I'm not afraid of heights, but the idea of falling from them, well, that I'm afraid of. — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
Magic, if that was the right word, often rises and falls on your own belief in your abilities. I've seen very powerful… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
I smiled at him, as Doyle squeezed my hand and I squeezed back. "Some people are addicted to falling in love, Doctor.… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
“Edward: I don't know whether to put my fingers in my ears and go la-la-la or find more of your guards so we can… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
If you’re alive, don’t move, if you’re dead, don’t worry about it. — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
So many wonderful books to write, and not enough hours in the day. An embarrassment of riches. — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
Money doesn't spend in hell.... The devil deals in a different coin. — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
There comes a point when you either embrace who and what you are, or condemn yourself to be miserable all your days. Other people… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
“I slowed, just a little, one to save energy, and one to let Russell catch up sooner. I took a big breath and prepared.… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
“It wasn't just my beast's hunger, but Jean-Claude's blood thirst and Richard's craving for flesh. It was all that and the ardeur running through… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
I know that look, Blake. You are a drowning woman, and the only way out is down the aisle. — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
“Just another day in my life. This was one of those days when I thought that maybe a new life, a different life, wouldn't… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
“What is that old children’s rhyme, ‘Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me’? Anyone who says that doesn’t… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
...you don't need ghosts to be haunted. Memory does that just fine without any supernatural help at all. — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
I hated missing the end of anything. I was always convinced that the bit I'd miss would be the best part. — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
