939 Quotes by Laurell K. Hamilton

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.

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.

Watching St John rock his wife’s body was not part of my job description. Honest. I sat down on the stairs where I could see the door, the hallway, and the stairs as far as the landing. St John started singing in a strange, broken voice. It took me a few minutes to figure out what he was singing. It was ‘You are so Beautiful.

I kissed him on the cheek and left to find Bobby Lee. Him, I trusted to be in the line of fire. But it was more than that: I wasn’t sleeping with bobby Lee. I didn’t love him. Sometimes love makes you selfish. Sometimes it makes you stupid. Sometimes it reminds you why you love your gun.

I’m not afraid of heights, but the idea of falling from them, well, that I’m afraid of.

Home wasn’t a place, or a building, or a tropical night full of flowers and rain. Love made home not out of boards and walls and furniture, but of hands to hold, and smiles to share, and the warmth of that body cuddled around you in the dark. I swam in the darkness of the ocean on a raft of hands, and bodies, and giving a damn what happened to them all.

True love means you love the real person, not an ideal that you have in your head and superimpose over them. That’s illusion and lies to me.

It feels like we’re in a Harry Potter book talking about He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.

Edward wonders why I’m so sympathetic to the monsters. The answer is simple. Because I am one.