Charlaine Harris Quotes

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

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

My bullshit meter is reading that as 'false'.

Eric moved the broom experimentally and made an attempt to sweep the glass into the pan while it lay in the middle of the floor. Of course, the pan slid away. Eric scowled.
I'd finally found something Eric did poorly.

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

I’d never seen anything like it. First a trial, then a few murders, then dancing. Life goes on. Or, in this case, death continues.

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

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

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

A piece of happiness should never be taken as due.

We could go back to your house. I can stay with you always. We can know each others bodies in every way, night after night. I could love you. I could work, you would not be poor. I would help you.

So you want me to go to a human orgy, where I will not be welcome, and you want us to leave before I get to enjoy myself? ~Eric Northman

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

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.

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

Vampires. They wrote the book on possessive.

I snuck a look to see how Eric was taking this, and he was staring at me the same way the Monroe vampires had. Thoughtful. Hungry.
"That's interesting," he said. "I had a psychic once. It was incredible."
"Did the psychic think so?

But there's a juicy artery in your groin," he said after a pause to regroup, his voice as slithery as a snake on a slide.
"Don't you talk dirty," I told him. "I won't listen to that.

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

Come on," I said, taking his hand. Clutching the afghan with the other hand, he trailed down the hall after me, a snow white giant in tiny red underwear.