I turned down Halloween parties every year, where people wanted zombies raised at the stroke of midnight or some such nonsense. The… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
I so wanted out of this conversation, but it was like a car accident: Once you started spinning, you could only wait… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
If I wanted death, Edward would give it to me. Because we both understand that it isn't death that we fear. It's… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
All I really wanted to do was cuddle back under the blankets, maybe with a certain stuffed toy penguin I knew. Yeah,… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
If people would write exactly what I wanted to read I wouldn't feel so compelled to write myself — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
I didn't want to pick at Micah and me until we unraveled. I wanted to leave it alone and enjoy it. I… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
When I was younger, I'd wanted someone to promise me that things would work out and nothing bad would ever happen again.… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
Twenty-three stories up and all I could see out the windows was grey smog. They could call it the City of the… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
He laughed, and it raised goose-bumps on my arms. "Oh,ma petite ,ma petite , you are precious." Just what I wanted to… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
I wanted to say something brilliant. My God, Holmes, how did you know the zombie was hiding in the flower pot? But… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
I didn't want to understand. Bert had been thrilled that the police wanted to put me on retainer. He told me I… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
I wanted to wipe the grin off his face with a fist. I resisted the urge. Who says I have no self-control? — 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
