If People Would Write Exactly What I

That Was The Problem With Loving People: It Made You Weak. It Made You Need Them. It Made The Thought Of Not Having Them The Worst Thing In The World.

Nicky Looked Down At Me With A Knowledge On His Face That He Was Holding The Monster In His Arms. I'd Have Comforted Him, But It Would Have Been All Lies.

...you Don't Need Ghosts To Be Haunted. Memory Does That Just Fine Without Any Supernatural Help At All.

I, Anita Blake, Scourge Of The Undead-the Human With More Vampire Kills Than Any Other Vampire Executioner In The Country-was Dating A Vampire. It Was Poetically Ironic.

Power Makes You A Monarch, And All The Fancy Robes In The World Won't Do The Job Without It.