Charlaine Harris Quotes (108 Quotes)

Well in two months, it'd be sunbathing time. That made me smile. I enjoyed lying in the sun in a little bikini, timing myself carefully so I didn't burn. I loved the smell of coconut oil. And I don't want to hear any lectures about how bad tanning is for you. That's my vice. Everybody gets one.

I hate witches. Humans had the right idea, burning them at the stake.

His eyes were still like caves with ghosts dwelling in their depths.

There's no way you can kill someone and get to the other side of the experience unchanged.

What I think I'll do is I'll do my best to yank Debbie out of me by the roots. And then I'll turn up on your doorstep, one day when you least expect it, and I'll hope by then you will have given up on your vampire.

Then was ashamed of myself. I should be happy for what I'd been given. I hoped God hadn't noticed my lapse in appreciation.

Why bother to change, if you can't change into a wolf?

If there were an international butt competition, Eric would win, hands down-or cheeks up.

It was one of God's jokes that such a dumb mind had been put in such an eloquent body.

I could add her to the long list of people I didn't understand.

When you've been really beaten, you realize that you are just an envelope of skin, an easily penetrated envelope that holds together a lot of fluids and some rigid structures, which in their turn can simply be broken and invaded.

What had set the fae world off? I`d never seen one. Now you couldn`t throw a trowel without hitting a fairy.

You just don't want a vampire pissed off at you.

It was beautiful Eric, who desired me, who was hungry for me, in a world that often let me know it could do very well without me.

Life had sure been simpler when I hadn't dated.

I put the books I was returning on the appropriate desk, and I began looking at the shelves of new arrivals. Most of them were some permutation on self-help. Going by how popular these books were and how often they were checked out, everyone in Bon Temps should have become perfect by now.

I often cried when I got angry; I hated that. Crying just made you look weak, no matter what triggered it.

You are speaking of my future lover. Be more respectful.

When I thought of the ferocity and strength of the fairy race, and the fact that it took all I had to open the damn blister pack and extricate the water pistols, my chosen method of defense seemed ludicrous. I'd be armed with a plastic water pistol and a trowel.

Coffe is the perfume of morning.

It was like being around a particularly irritating two-year-old.

My brother, Jason, came into the bar, then, and sauntered over to give me a hug. He knows that women like a man who's good to his family and also kind to the disabled, so hugging me is a double whammy of recommendation.

I thought about making biscuits, but there seemed to be more than enough calories on board.

If it's easy to be friendly she will be. If the wind blows the other way her friendship will be gone. And I'm thinking the wind is blowing the other way. She has found some other way to be an important person in her own right by hating others.

As I watched Bill, waiting with apparent calm for death to come to him, I had a flash of him as I'd known him: the first vampire I'd ever met, the first man I'd ever gone to bed with, the first suitor I'd ever loved. Everything that followed had tainted those memories, but for one moment I saw him clearly, and I loved him again.

You catch more flies with honey than you do with vinegar.

I hurt with you. I bled with you - not only because we're bonded but because of the love I have for you. -- Eric Northman

It was somehow degrading, craving someone so... voraciously - another good calendar word - just because he was physically beautiful. I hadn't thought that was something women did, either.

My mother finally took me to a child psychologist, who knew exactly what I was, but she just couldn't accept it and kept trying to tell my folks I was reading their body language and was very observant, so I had good reason to imagine I heard people's thoughts. Of course, she couldn't admit I was literally hearing people's thoughts because that just didn't fit into her world.

I was surprised to find out there was a direct line from my palm to my, my, hootchie.

Just because one of Arlene's husbands was a murderer is no reason for me to be ugly

Darling you can nail my ass anytime - Eric Northman

Could I tell them I was sorry their loved one was dead, when heÆd tried to kill me? There was no rule of etiquette for this; even my grandmother would have been stymied.

I would feel the urge to attack people, to bite them; they'd all be walking McBloodburgers to me.

It's probably a bad indicator of your lifestyle when you miss your ex-boyfriend because he's absolutely lethal.

Not one man in a million would have allowed me the time without speaking. I opened my mind, let my gaurd down completely, relaxed. His silence washed over me. I stood, closed my eyes, breathed out the relief that was too profound for words.

If this was The Lord of the Rings and I had a smart British voice like Cate Blanchett, I could tell you the background of the events of that fall in a really suspenseful way. And you'd be straining to hear the rest.

This must be the legendary Yankee rudeness

DonÆt you just hate nights like that, when you think over every mistake youÆve made, every hurt youÆve received, every bit of meanness youÆve dealt out? ThereÆs no profit in it, no point to it, and you need sleep.

Fiction just makes it all more interesting. Truth is so boring.

I'm supposed to be a christian, but most days I don't feel like I can even presume to say that about myself any longer. I have a lot of mad left over. When I can't sleep, I think about the other people who didn't care how much pain and trouble they caused me. And I think about how good I'd feel if they died.

Jason's favorite person in the entire universe was Jason Stackhouse.

Sometimes you just have to roll in it.

No blame, no hate - why no communication?

And by golly, love sure was a battlefield. Benatar was right about that.

Finally, a human man saw me as intensely valuable. Just my luck he was happily married and thought I was a freak.

Food that walked and talked, that was us. McPeople.

Look, how come he showed up now? When you have other fairies in the woods? And does that sound crazy when you say it out loud, or what?

My gran had always told me that a woman--any woman worth her salt--could do whatever she had to.

There was enough tension in the room to send a fleet of the nervous running for their tranquilizers.