To Know Another's Heart, You

I, Anita Blake, Scourge Of The Undead-the Human With More Vampire Kills Than Any Other Vampire Executioner In The Country-was Dating A Vampire. It Was Poetically Ironic.

Twenty-three Stories Up And All I Could See Out The Windows Was Grey Smog. They Could Call It The City Of The Angels If They Wanted To, But If There Were Angels Out There, They Had To Be Flying Blind.

I'm Pro-choice Because I've Never Been A Fourteen-year-old Incest Victim Pregnant By Her Father, Or A Woman Who's Going To Die If The Pregnancy Continues, Or A Rape Victim, Or Even A Teenager Who Made A Mistake. I Want Women To Have Choices, But I Also Believe That It's A Life, Especially Once It's Big Enough To Live Outside The Womb.

Stupidity Isn't Punishable By Death. If It Was, There Would Be A Hell Of A Population Drop.

I Should Not Have To Flirt With Someone While I'm Trying To Threaten Someone Else With A Gun; It Was Too Hard To Do Both.