Quotes from Guilty Pleasures

“I talk to myself everyone once in a while. Give myself very good advice. Sometimes I even take it.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, quote from Guilty Pleasures

“Most hatred is based on fear, one way or another. Yeah. I wrapped myself in anger, with a dash of hate, and at the bottom of it all was an icy center of pure terror.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, quote from Guilty Pleasures

“You can't save everybody. In fact, there are days when I think you can't save anyone. Each person has to save himself first, then you can move in and help. I have found this philosophy does not work during a gun battle, or a knife fight either. Outside of that it works just fine.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, quote from Guilty Pleasures

“Everyone has their weaknesses. Some people smoke. I collect stuffed penguins. If you won't tell, I won't.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, quote from Guilty Pleasures

“Never criticize, unless you can do a better job.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, quote from Guilty Pleasures

“It is a very natural human trait to destroy that which frightens us.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, quote from Guilty Pleasures

“The ratman froze, staring at me. "Why are you laughing?" His voice held just a hint of unease. Good.
I was hoping that the vampires would come for me soon and save me. You've got to admit that's funny.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, quote from Guilty Pleasures

“I spend most of my waking hours confronting and destroying things that I fear. A thousand-year-old master vampire was a tall order, but a girl's got to have a goal.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, quote from Guilty Pleasures

“Theresa strode over to us in a swish of cloth. "Enough of this, animator. He can't do it, so he pays the price. Either leave now, or join us at our...feast."
Are you having rare Who-roast-beast?" I asked.
What are you talking about?"
It's from Dr. Seuss, How the Grinch Stole Christmas. You know the part, 'And they'd Feast! Feast! Feast! Feast! Feast! They would feast on Who-pudding and rare Who-roast-beast.'"
You are crazy."
So I've been told.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, quote from Guilty Pleasures

“He rewarded me with one of those brilliant smiles. If I had been less professional, it might have melted me into my socks. There was a tinge of evil to it, a lot of sex, but under that was a little boy peeking out, an uncertain little boy. That was it. That was the attraction. Nothing is more appealing than a handsome man who is also uncertain of himself. It appeals not only to the woman in us all, but the mother. A dangerous combination.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, quote from Guilty Pleasures

“Methinks we have a clue. Be still, my heart.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, quote from Guilty Pleasures

“An atheist waving a cross at a vampire was a truly pitiful sight.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, quote from Guilty Pleasures

“Nothing is more appealing than a handsome man who is also uncertain of himself.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, quote from Guilty Pleasures

“Graves are for the living, not the dead. It gives us something to concentrate on instead of the fact that our loved one is rotting under the ground.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, quote from Guilty Pleasures

“Pity is an emotion that can get you killed. The only thing more dangerous is blind hate, and maybe love.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, quote from Guilty Pleasures

“Do you practice the laugh, or is it a natural talent? Naw, I’m betting you practice.”

Jean-Claude’s face twisted. I couldn’t decide if he was trying not to laugh, or not to frown. Maybe both. I affected some people that way.

The laughter seeped out of her face, very human, until only her eyes sparkled. There was nothing funny about the look in those twinkling eyes. It was the sort of look a cat gives a small bird.

Her voice lifted at the end of each word, a Shirley Temple affectation. “You are either very brave, or very stupid.”

“You really need at least one dimple to go with the laugh.”

Jean-Claude said softly, “I’m betting on stupid.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, quote from Guilty Pleasures

“I had been downright paranoid all afternoon, aware of everyone near me. By the time I went for the car, my neck and shoulders were knotted into one painful ache. The most frightening thing I'd seen all afternoon had been the prices on the designer clothing.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, quote from Guilty Pleasures

“Violence has to become a part of your thinking. It makes you cautious, suspicious as hell, and lengthens your life expectancy.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, quote from Guilty Pleasures

“You don't smoke do you?"
"No, why?"
"They're afraid of fire."
"Great, we're going to be eaten alive because neither of us smokes."
I almost laughed. He sounded so thoroughly disgusted…”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, quote from Guilty Pleasures

“Everything I needed was in my car, even the chickens”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, quote from Guilty Pleasures

“I walked towards her. Jean-Claude grabbed my arm. "Do not harm her, Anita. She is under our protection."
"I swear to you that I will not lay a finger on her tonight. I just want to tell her something."
He released my arm, slowly, like he wasn't sure it was a good idea. I stepped next to Monica, until our bodies almost touched. I whispered into her face, "If anything happens to Catherine, I will see you dead."
She smirked at me, confident in her protectors. "They will bring me back as one of them."
I felt my head shake, a little to the right, a little to the left, a slow precise movement. "I will cut out your heart." I was still smiling, I couldn'tseem to stop. "Then I will burn it and scatter the ashes in the river. Do you understand me?"
She swallowed audibly. Her health-club tan looked a little green. She nodded, staring at me like I was the bogey man.
I think she believed I'd do it. Peachy keen. I hate to waste a really good threat”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, quote from Guilty Pleasures

“I told her why we are here. I told you wouldn't hurt Jack."
"The coffin?"
I smiled. I couldn't help it. He was a 'jack in a box.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, quote from Guilty Pleasures

“You awful hard to kill, Anita.'

'There's a first time, Luther, and that's all it takes.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, quote from Guilty Pleasures

“There was a tinge of evil to it, a lot of sex, but under that was a
little boy peeking out, an uncertain little boy. That was it. That was the attraction. Nothing is more
appealing than a handsome man who is also uncertain of himself.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, quote from Guilty Pleasures

“Rafael, the Rat King, stared at the carnage with black-button eyes. "She is dead."
"Ding dong, the witch is dead,”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, quote from Guilty Pleasures

“I locked the door, for what good it would do me, and went to bed. The Browning Hi-Power was in its second home, a modified holster strapped to the headboard of my bed. The crucifix was cool metal around my neck. I was as safe as I was going to be and almost too tired to care.

I took one more thing to bed with me, a stuffed toy penguin named Sigmund. I don't sleep with him often, just every once in a while after someone tries to kill me. Everyone has their weaknesses. Some people smoke. I collect stuffed penguins. If you won't tell, I won't.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, quote from Guilty Pleasures

“That kiss was really nice you know before you...bit me, but it was still nice.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, quote from Guilty Pleasures

“I give good advice. I do not always take it.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, quote from Guilty Pleasures

“Most hatred is based on fear, one way or another.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, quote from Guilty Pleasures

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