Compromise Is An Imperfect Act.

When I Was Younger, I'd Wanted Someone To Promise Me That Things Would Work Out And Nothing Bad Would Ever Happen Again. But I Understood Now That That Was A Child's Wish. No One Could Promise That. No One. The Grown-ups Could Try, But They Couldn't Promise, Not And Mean It.

My Writing Style Is Very Sensual, As In Sensory Detail

No, Death Hadn't Changed [willie] Much. But Just In Case, I Avoided Looking Directly Into His Eyes. It Was Standard Policy For Dealing With Vampires. He Was A Slime Bucket, But Now He Was An Undead Slime Bucket.

Questions Are Great, But Only If You Know The Answers. If You Ask Questions And The Answers Surprise You, You Look Silly.

The True Way To A Man's Heart Is Six Inches Of Metal Between His Ribs." You Have To Love Anita Blake.