I hate being awake at three in the morning. It is the godforsaken heart of darkness when the body runs slow, and… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
I hate to shop. I consider it one of life's necessary evils, like brussels sprouts and high-heeled shoes. — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
Pity is an emotion that can get you killed. The only thing more dangerous is blind hate, and maybe love. — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
Fear will bind you closer than love, or hate, and it works a hell of a lot quicker. — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
Can you truly love anyone if you do not first love yourself? If you hate yourself, can you love anyone else? If… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
I hate women who complain about being fat when they're like a size 5. Anything under size 5 isn't a woman. It's… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
His eyes widened just a bit, his lips flexed. I realized he was trying not to laugh. I hate it when people… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
Most hatred is based on fear, one way or another. Yeah. I wrapped myself in anger, with a dash of hate, and… — 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
