Some of the most deeply moral people I knew were least politically correct, because they actually worried about good and evil, not just what they were told was good or bad.

I cannot do it. I cannot bear it. I cannot go back to what I was here. I cannot stand at her side and watch another take her. I am not that strong or that good.

Why do i put up with you? You insult me at every turn.

Why do you borrow such sorrows when they are far away, and I am right here?

I was a girl and I had the best deadly toys in the room. Gun envy is an ugly thing.

I've lost track of the number of people who want to be writers but never actually write anything. Talking about writing, dreaming about writing, can be very fun, but it won't get a book written. You've got to write.

Death, jewelry, or magic; it sounded like Valentine's Day.

If we can get everyone all tucked in safe and sound before dawn, all things will be possible.

How could you love someone and not want them to be happy?

I never said I was consistent.

They had kilts on instead of pants, but you just didn't see six feet-plus of immortal warrior panicking about anything often, but panicking in a kitchen with pots in their hands and the oven open while they peered inside in a puzzled manner was a very special and endearing type of panic.

Important safety tip with most of the spiritual world: if you ignore it, it has less power. This does not work with demons or other demi-beings. Other exceptions to the rule are vampires, zombies, ghouls, lycanthropes, witches...Oh, hell, ignoring only works for ghosts.

And there you go again, that tone in your voice, never a word out of place, but your tone says clearly, 'You are a fucking psycho bitch and I hate you.

Since we're made in God's image, this must be from Him, so even God must need an atta boy, an out-loud, in-your-head Thank you, great job on that sunset and that platypus was a brilliant fun idea. Maybe that's why we're supposed to pray the way we do, because without it God would be lonely.

Life is like dancing, sometimes one of you leads, sometimes the other, and if you do it right it's beautiful, even when it's hard.

You take insult where none is intended, but if you will find insult where none is meant, then perhaps I should try harder to insult on purpose.

Why does anger makes people pretty? Rage doesn't. Rage makes you ugly, but a little anger, that just seems to add spice. One of nature's cruelties, or maybe it's to keep us from killing each other more often.

If you love someone your freedom is curtailed, if you love someone you give up much of your privacy, if you love someone you are not merely one person but half of a couple, to think or behave any other way is to risk losing that love.

I didn't look back, and I didn't try to kiss him good-bye. I think if I'd tried to touch him, he 'd have hurt me. I don't mean struck me, but there are a thousand ways to hurt someone you love that have nothing to do with physical violence.

It would have been childish to give him the finger, so I didn't do it. Zane did it for me. Jason blew them a kiss.

Sometimes you deal with the devil not because you want to, but because if you don't, someone else will.

Who are these people with you?' And Uncle Jamie managed to make people sound as if what he meant was fuckers, but was too polite to say it. Micah.

You're like great Shakespearean tragedy.

I knew without doubt that if any more of the vampires tried to attack us I'd kill them, too, regardless of apparent age, race, sex, or religious affiliations. I was an equal-opportunity executioner; I killed everybody.

This was one princess who could rescue her own damn self. I was fine with the prince fighting at my side, or, hell, I'd rescue him if he needed it.

When he first told me, I’d been convinced I’d be the one that would die; now I wasn’t so sure, maybe I would win. Maybe I could call Donna and the kids and tell them . . . Tell them what? That their family was destroyed because Edward and I had had the ultimate guy moment and I was the better man?

Yes, but it is frightening and romantic for the Queen to say, ‘Where is my Darkness, bring me my Darkness,' and someone would bleed or die at his hand. You.

Why is it that most things you might willingly do under other circumstances become distasteful when you have no choice?

He said, softly, Sorry, Jimmy. He still didn't cry. I would have cried. But then, women have more chemicals in their tear ducts. It makes us tear up easier than men. Honest.

Sometimes it's not the light in a person you fall in love with, but the dark. Sometimes it's not the optimist you need, but another pessimist to walk beside you and know, absolutely know, that the sound in the dark is a monster, and it really is as bad as you think.

All I really wanted to do was cuddle back under the blankets, maybe with a certain stuffed toy penguin I knew. Yeah, hiding sounded good.

Give a truly good person power, and they're still a good person. Give a bad person power, and they're still a bad person. The question is always about the person in between. The one that isn't evil, or good, but just ordinary. You don't always know what an ordinary person is like on the inside.

There are only two kinds of vampire hunters: good ones and dead ones.

I stared at Jean-Claude still cuddled on the corner of the bed. He looked adorable, and if I'd had a gun, I'd have shot him on the spot.

When crime busting is easier than your personal life, something has gone seriously wrong.

One of my favorite things about hanging out with the monsters is the healing. Straight humans seemed to get killed on me a lot. Monsters survived. Let's hear it for the monsters.

Ignorance isn't bliss, but neither is knowledge. Sometimes you just know more, but it doesn't make you any happier.

If you are following Deity's plan for you, it isn't always the easy path; sometimes it's the hard one. So why follow? Because to do any less is to betray your own abilities and gifts, and the faith that Deity has in you. Who would do that willingly?

I am an animator. I am the Executioner. But now I know I'm something else. The one thing my Grandmother Flores feared most. I am a necromancer. The dead are my specialty.

If you're open to it, New Orleans will teach you about yourself, but if you want to hide from who you really are, the city will help you do that, too.

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.

Jason patted me on the back. Tomorrow night we'll take you out chasing deer.

You're the scariest motherfucker in the room.

Have you ever tried nodding good morning to people while naked and holding a small arsenal of weapons?

How do you divide yourself between killing people and loving them? The best I had on that one was just to kill the bad guys, and love the good guys, and hope the two lists never crossed.

I had to admit it was a nice backside. She caught me looking at her and hurriedly turned away. Defending my honor, Phillip asked.

He can look harmless if he wants to. He is the consummate actor, but unless he works at it, his eyes give him away. If the eyes are the mirror to the soul, then Edward's in trouble because no one is home.

People talk of sorrow as if it is soft, a thing of water and tears. But true sorrow is not soft. True sorrow is a thing of fire, and rock. It burns your heart, crushes your soul under the weight of mountains. It destroys, and even if you keep breathing, keep going, you die.

Frustration in a fight can lead to four things: You give up, you fight harder, you fight worse, or you cheat.