(Sookie's Thoughts on Debbie Pelt) she had been cruel to Alcide, insulted me grievously, burned a hole in my favorite wrap and—oh—tried to kill me by proxy. Also, she had stupid hair.

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

Vampires. They wrote the book on possessive.

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

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.

A piece of happiness should never be taken as due.

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

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.

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

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.

A library could show you everything if you knew where to look.

I would have run awayInto the forestTo live in a nestMade of dreamsAnd green leaves

Regret isn't real, " Tuck said. "It's something invented to punish ourselves.

When I was a little girl, I remember carrying my orange UNICEF carton with me as I went Trick-or-Treating.

On his brow a leaf of oaken, Cangeling child shall be his fate. Understanding words strange spoken, Chased by anger, fear, and hate.

In the spring mornings I would work early while my wife still slept. The windows were open wide and the cobbles of the street were drying after the rain.

The voice of conscience is so delicate that it is easy to stifle it; but it is also so clear that it is impossible to mistake it.

Any friend of fossil is a friend of mine... We’ve got to do everything we can to get people out of their automobiles and into mass transit.

The World is not ruined by the wickedness of the wicked, but by the weakness of the good.

No man weighs his words who has but a moment to live.