I'd made sure I knew his name. You shouldn't ask people to die for you if you don't at least know their… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
I used to think I knew what was right and what was wrong, and who the good guys are, and who the… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
“I remembered twenty. I'd known everything at twenty. It took me another year to realize I knew nothing. I was still hoping… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
He was twenty. I remembered twenty. I'd known everything at twenty. It took me another year to realize I knew nothing. I… — 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
So many wonderful books to write, and not enough hours in the day. An embarrassment of riches. — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share
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
“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
“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
I know that look, Blake. You are a drowning woman, and the only way out is down the aisle. — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share
“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
“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
...you don't need ghosts to be haunted. Memory does that just fine without any supernatural help at all. — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share
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
He made a small sigh, as he swallowed the first blood, then his mouth closed over my earlobe, mouth working at the wound, tongue… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share
He gave a small nod, and I smiled back, and that was it. He understood that I'd understood that he'd understood. It took us… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share
[T]hese last few days where I've moped around damn near depressed for real, because of people who do not exist. Not really. I can… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share
