Laurell Kaye Hamilton (born February 19, 1963) is an American fantasy and romance writer. She is best known as the author of two series of stories.
Some issues stay fresh every time you open them up. It's like evil magical Tupperware -- it stays fresh forever.
She doesn't understand what she's asking, Jean-Claude said. No, but she asks, and if we do not do it, we will always wonder. I would rather thy and fail than regret having never tried at all.
Friends don't count the cost of favors.
Everyone has their weaknesses. Some people smoke. I collect stuffed penguins. If you won't tell, I won't.
So many wonderful books to write, and not enough hours in the day. An embarrassment of riches.
It's good not to be the only girl in the fight for once.
Without hope, love dies and parts of you wither.
He looked less handsome without the smile and glow in his eyes, but he also seemed more real. Being real will get me into trouble faster than any amount of charm.
Magic, if that was the right word, often rises and falls on your own belief in your abilities. I've seen very powerful people completely crippled by self-doubt.
How do you introduce boyfriend C to boyfriend A after boyfriend A has been such a good sport, of late, about boyfriend B, who is no longer in the picture?
Besides I'm a sucker for a pair of pretty eyes.
Tell that to the BTK killer,” I said. “He was a churchgoer, raised two kids, married, and resisted the urge to kill for decades. He was a person, but he was a monster, too
Very few people see their own actions as truly evil,. . . It is left to their victims to decide what is evil and what is not.
They be crazier than we are.
Can you truly love anyone if you do not first love yourself? If you hate yourself, can you love anyone else? If you do not accept all of who you are, can you accept anyone else? Hard questions. It remains to be seen whether I get any answers, hard, or otherwise.
I just love dealing with people whose idea of sometimes is every thousand years,” I said.
There are only two kinds of vampire hunters: good ones and dead ones.
A woman will forget that a man is male, if they are good enough friends, but men rarely forget that a woman is feminine.
A little boy who's discovered the monster under the bed is actually real, and it's screwing Mommy.
I wasn't like most girls.