If this were the fifties, she’d be checking Sam’s collars for lipstick stains. (Did people do that anymore? Why did women kiss collars, anyway? Besides, Sam almost always wore T-shirts.) — Charlaine Harris Copy Share Image
Don’t you just hate nights like that, when you think over every mistake you’ve made, every hurt you’ve received, every bit of meanness you’ve… — Charlaine Harris Copy Share Image
All the pictures on the walls, they all white as lilies and smiling like alligators. — Charlaine Harris Copy Share Image
“Te quiero -dijo- Nada de lo que hagas o digas podrá cambiarlo. Si me pidieras que enterrase un cadáver, o que me cargase a alguien, lo haría sin pestañear.” — Charlaine Harris Copy Share
You think that it’s not magic that keeps you alive? Just ‘cause you understand the mechanics of how something works, doesn’t make it any… — Charlaine Harris Copy Share Image
“Sookie: "Eric, when I'm back to being myself, I'm going to nail your ass for putting me in this position of being pledged to you." Eric: Darling, you can nail my ass anytime," he said charmingly, and turned to go back to his table. Pam rolled her eyes. "You two," she said. "Hey this isn't any of my doing," I… — Charlaine Harris Copy Share
“For a moment they all looked at Dermot incredulously, as if he'd just announced he was going to birth a kangaroo.” — Charlaine Harris Copy Share Image
There’s no way you can kill someone and get to the other side of the experience unchanged. — Charlaine Harris Copy Share Image
Pam said, "Sookie, I brought you something, too. I never thought I'd want to spend time with a human, but you're more tolerable than… — Charlaine Harris Copy Share Image
For any writers at all, read everything you can and then put your butt in the chair and write. That's all there is to… — Charlaine Harris Copy Share Image
