Now That's An Okay That Really Means

Who Would Have Ever Thought I'd Be Afraid Of A Zombie, Any Kind Of Zombie? Nicely Ironic That.

I Spend Most Of My Waking Hours Confronting And Destroying Things That I Fear. A Thousand-year-old Master Vampire Was A Tall Order, But A Girl's Got To Have A Goal.

I'm Not Terribly Fond Of Soapboxes.

I Laid My Hand On Top Of Theirs, And All I Could Think Was, Is This How Revolutions Begin? Not With A Proclamation Or A Riot, But With A Few People In A Room Somewhere With Their Hands Clasped And A Purpose.

I Tended To Be Hard On The Egos Of A Certain Kind Of Men. The Ones Who Normally Swept Women Off Their Feet Had Never Moved Me Much, Because I'd Always Felt That If They Swept Me Off My Feet They'd Practiced On A Lot Of Women Before Me, And Would Practice More With Women After Me. I'd Rarely Been Wrong On That. ~anita Blake