He's Not Going To Shoot

He Doesn’t Pretend,” The Punk Pixie Said. He Nodded Toward Doyle. “nice Rings. You Got Anything Else Pierced?” “yes,” Doyle Said. The Boy Smiled, Making The Rings In The Edge Of His Nose And His Bottom Lip Curl Cheerfully With It. “me Too,” He Said.

We Hate Most In Others What We Dislike In Ourselves.

There Are Only Two Kinds Of Vampire Hunters: Good Ones And Dead Ones.

He Was Twenty. I Remembered Twenty. I'd Known Everything At Twenty. It Took Me Another Year To Realize I Knew Nothing. I Was Still Hoping To Learn Something Before I Hit Thirty, But I Wasn't Holding My Breath.

Sometimes It Would Be Nice Not To Have To Do My Best. Sometimes It Would Just Be Nice Not To Have A Crisis To Deal With. - Anita Blake