I sat on the bed. Neither of us said anything. I wasn't slick and sophisticated enough for this. What do you say… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
When sex is necessary for the plot of a book, or a character development, then I don't shy away from it. Why… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
Sex was never as neat as the movies made it. Real sex was messy. Good sex was messier. — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
“Ethan gave me an admiring look that wasn't about sex, but about that guy moment when they realize you are not just… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
Two things I do well in books are sex and violence, but I don't want gratuitous sex or violence. The sex 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
