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You should hit him in the face with frying pans more often," Said Rhys "he seems to like it"
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Nicky looked down at me with a knowledge on his face that he was holding the monster in his arms. I'd have comforted him, but it would have been all lies.
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Edward: I don't know whether to put my fingers in my ears and go la-la-la or find more of your guards so we can take bets.
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I know you can throw holy water on the vampire, but I didn't know you could throw the host." (Sheriff St. John) I had to smile. "They aren't like little holy grenades. I want the host to give to the Quinlans so they can put one at every windowsill, every doorsill." (Anita Blake)"
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It was as if the power and loneliness of the vampires' world had combined with the group oriented puppy-pile world of the shapeshifters and made something new.
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More sex. We must have more sex.
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Morals aren't just for when it's easy, Anita. They aren't morals if you throw them aside every time it's convenient.
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It's that you're not outraged that someone's trying to kill you. Your just accept it, almost like it's normal. It isn't normal" "Assassins aren't normal, even for me, Richard" I said. "Just vampires, zombies, and werewolves" he said. I smiled. "Yeah."
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All men love to talk about themselves, even the ones who are completely buggers.
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chimera
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She'd been a good nurse, and now she'd never be a nurse again. She was bitter about it and had turned herself into the slut bride from Planet X, as if even in human form, she wanted people to know what she was now: different, other. Trouble was, she looked like a thousand other teens and early twenties who also wanted to be different and stand out.
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If I don't say it enough, Jean-Claude, I love you, I love seeing your face across the table while we eat, and watching you root at Cynric's football games, and watching you read bedtime stories to Matthew when he stays with us, and a thousand surprising things, all of it, its you, and I love you." "You will make me cry." "A smart friend told me that it's okay to cry, sometimes you're so happy it spills out your eyes."
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Please, Anita, go home, and don't freak. Just go home, and be happy. Be happy, and let everyone around you be happy. Is that so hard? When Jason said it like that, it didn't seem hard. In fact, it seemed to make a lot of sense, but inside, it felt hard. Inside it felt like the hardest thing in the world. To just let go, and not pick everything to death. To just let go and enjoy what you had. To just let go and not make everybody around you ..
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Senin soyunun gucleri arasinda soyunmayi gerektirmeyen bir sey var mi? Anita Blake s.131
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Somehow I think Trophy Wives wear more makeup and less cutlery. But... maybe I'm wrong. Maybe they know what I know, that the true way to a man's heart is six inches of metal between his ribs. Sometimes four inches will do the job, but to be really sure, I like to have six.
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Remind me never to piss you off ... Are you as good at being a friend as you are an enemy?
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If you didn't understand the need for friendship or love, could you be lonely?
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sociopath
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Larry had brought me blue jeans, a red polo shirt, jogging socks, my white Nikes, an extra cross from my suitcase, the silver knives, the Firestar complete with inner pants holster, and the Browning and its shoulder holster. He'd forgotten a bra, but hey, except for that it was perfect.
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The Catholic Church sees voluntary vampirism as a kind of suicide. I tend to agree. Though the Pope also excommunicated all animators, unless we ceased raising the dead. Fine; I became Episcopalian.
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episcopalians
vampires
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a pink taffeta evening gown. It looked like it had run away from a junior high prom... The dress looked like a petunia on steroids to me.
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It's not the fur or the fangs that make you a monster, not always. Sometimes, it's just where you draw the line.
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Ignorance isn't bliss, but neither is knowledge. Sometimes you just know more, but it doesn't make you any happier.
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Richard either didn't hear me, or chose to ignore it. Smart, handsome, junior high science teacher, degree in preternatural biology, what more could i ask for? Give me a minute and I'd think of something.
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No. But then the American Government--whatever branch--has never really grasped the concept of tribal identity.
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tribal
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He wrapped his hand around mine and moved it from his lips, laying a gentle kiss on my fingers as he did it. 'When I saw you on the television bleeding and hurt I knew you would not die, because I could feel how hurt you were, and I knew we had power to heal you and bring you safely home to me, to us, but it wasn't enough, ma petite.' He pressed my hand to his chest. 'I needed to feel this. I needed to touch your skin, kiss your lips, hold ..
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You cannot die from grief, though it feels like you can. A heart does not actually break, though sometimes you chest aches as if it is breaking. Grief dims with time. It is the way of things. There comes a day when you smile again, and you feel like a traitor. How dare I feel happy. How dare I be glad in a world my father is no more. And then you cry fresh tears, because you do not miss him so much as you once did, and giving up your grief ..
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Let's fool around." "And then?" he asked, voice low. "When it's time, take blood, and then let's fuck." He gave a surprised burst of laughter. "Ma petite, you are such a sweet-talker, how can I refuse?"
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It was an hour before dawn. When all the Whos down in Whoville were asnooze in their beds without care. Sorry, wrong book. If I get to stay awake until dawn, I get just a tad slaphappy.
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Once, the belief that his love would heal all the wounds, and finally make me feel safe, had been true. True, and a lie. Love is real, and false, even true love. Because love alone cannot keep you safe, if there is still a trembling fear inside you. Still a knowledge of what it was like to love and believe and have it all taken away.
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There are some stories, some memories, that if you tell them after dark, they seem to gain weight, substance, as if there are things listening, waiting to hear themselves spoken of again. Words have power. But even thinking about them is sometimes enough to make the air in a room heavy.
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Compromise is an imperfect act.
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I'm very judgmental person. It's one of my faults.
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We'd put a big sign over our territory saying, Nothing here is worth dying over, but if you insist, we will fucking kill you.
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Jean-Claude gave a low theatrical bow, never taking his eyes from her. "After you, my sweet. A lady should always walk before a gentleman, never behind." --
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You just wanted to walk in front of me so I'd have to stare at your butt
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humorous-quotations
funny-quotes
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Besides I'm a sucker for a pair of pretty eyes.
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Laurell K. Hamilton |
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What are you afraid of?' I asked. 'Airplanes, guns, large predators, ad master vampires.
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The only part of love that is blind is that first rush of endorphins and craziness; after that wears off, no one knows you as honestly, warts and all, as the people who love you, truly love you.
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I didn't want to pick at Micah and me until we unraveled. I wanted to leave it alone and enjoy it. I just didn't know how to do that.
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relationships
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It makes me nervous when you keep answering all my questions with 'I don't know.' " "Me, too," I said."
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The goat gave a high, questioning bleat. It was staked out in the middle of the boneyard. It was a brown-and-white-spotted goat with those strange yellow eyes they sometimes have. It had floppy white ears and seemed to like having the tope of its head scratched. Larry had petted it in the Jeep on the drive over. Always a bad idea. Never get friendly with the sacrifices. Makes it hard to kill them. I had not petted the goat. I knew better. T..
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I think we can do it." "But you don't know for sure," he said. "No." "Geez, Anita." "Don't get rattled on me. We can do this." "But you aren't sure." "I'm not sure we'll survive the plane ride home, but I'm still getting on the plane." "Was that supposed to be comforting?" he asked. "Yeah." "It wasn't," he said. "Sorry, but this is as good as it gets. You want certainty, be an accountant." "I'm not good at math." "Me either."
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Make them fear you. Machiavelli said it nearly six hundred years ago, but it's still true. Every ruler should strive for his people to love him. But if they cannot love you, then make them fear you. Love is better, but fear will do the job.
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love
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He will not let you come barging in to his world like the proverbial bull in the china shop.
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Laurell K. Hamilton |
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Jean-Claude's eyes widened just a bit. 'Ma petite, you have had a busy night, I see.' His French accent was as thick as I'd heard it in a while, which meant he was feeling strong emotions that he couldn't quite hide, but he was trying. I appreciated the effort, because the accent alone meant that what he wanted to say was his version of, You are covered in blood and worse, which means you were in horrible danger and probably nearly died .....
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