Kelley Armstrong Quotes

You forget, darling.
I am the local psychopath.

Remembering. Forgetting. I'm not sure which is worse.

If you say ‘we’re in this together,’ I’m going to hurl.

I glanced up to see Liz and smiled. "Thank you."

"I just went along for the ride. After that happened-" She waved at Derek. "You know how blind people need Seeing Eye dogs? Well, apparently werewolves could really use Opening Door poltergeists.

Rae burned me. She has matches or something. Look, look..." Tori pulled down the collar of her T-shirt.
"Leave your cloths on, Tori," Simon said, raising his hands to his eyes. "Please.

Another werewolf thing. Like most animals, we spent a large part of our lives engaged in the three Fs of basic survival. Feeding, fighting and... reproduction.

This is so cool," I said loudly as Dad walked away. "Have you met the tattoo artist? Is he hot?" "He's a she," Mom said. "Is she hot? Cause I'm still young, you know. My sexual identity isnt fully formed." "Your father can't hear you anymore, Maya." Mom sighed.

We scarified a mosquito. I bet that's what did it. It was probably a virgin too.

I want you to have big dreams, big goals. I want you to strive to achieve them. But I don't want to see you beating yourself up every time you make a mistake.

Your mother sets you up blind dates? With guys like that?" The corners of his mouth twitched. "She doesn't like you very much, does she?

He said "cool" like I say a Spanish word when I'm not sure of the pronunciation.

He stood and inhaled, then walked a few more feet, stooped, and prodded a chunk of rabbit fur.
“I’m definitely thinking something with more body parts,” I said. “Like a head.”
He gave a snort of a laugh. “It’s probably around here somewhere, but I suppose you want the parts attached, too.

You guys are weird," Tori said.
Simon sat on the crate beside me. "That's right. We are totally weird and completely uncool. Your popularity is plummeting just by being near us.

So consider your options, make your choice and call me home.

It was completely fifth garde and completely silly and I loved it, because he wasn't afraid to be silly. It was like kissing him first - I could do whatever I wanted and not have to worry what he'd think of me.

A stereotype becomes a stereotype when a significant percentage of the population appears to conform to it.

He liked women with little butts and big tits? Someone had played with one too many barbie dolls as a kid.

Could you please put this-could you all put these-could you get dressed, please?"
The woman only bestowed a serene smile on me. "We are as the Goddess requires."
"The Goddess requires you to be naked on my lawn?

I got to eavesdrop at a window. As Clay said, I did have another option. I could wait in the car and let them fill me in later. So, eavesdropping it was.

The rottweiler stood his ground and waited for me to take the next step in the dance of ritualized intimidation. Instead, I leaped at him. Screw ritual. Now was not the time to stand on ceremony.