685 Quotes by Patricia Briggs

Did you find out if they found out anything about them?” I asked. Kyle gave me a look, then busied himself making me a peanut butter and huckleberry jelly sandwich. “What really bothers me is that I understood that question. You will eat this and go to sleep, so your pronouns get their antecedents back.

I gave him a put-upon sigh. “I am not one of your pack members, Adam. I know this is difficult for you to fathom, so I’ll speak slowly: I don’t belong to you. I am under no obligation to tell you anything.

He slept on the foot of my bed. When I suggested he might be more comfortable in his room, he regarded me steadily with ice-colored eyes. Where does a werewolf sleep? Anywhere he wants to.

I find it somewhat reassuring that I’m not the only one who feels like I should be running around shouting, “Where’s the script? Where’s the script? If only I had a script I’d know what the freak I’m supposed to be doing.

You cannot look at a person, and say, ‘If I could change this or that, if I could pick what I want and discard other things, I could love this one.’ Such a love is pale and weak – and doomed to failure.

What would a racist call werewolves? Wargs? She kind of liked that one, but suspected that racist bastards didn’t read Tolkien.

Several years ago, another werewolf had approached me at the garage, looking for a place to be. He was dead.

Even after all this time, I keep forgetting that heroes can be found in unlikely places and persons – like mechanics who can turn into coyotes.

The trick to going wherever you want unchallenged in a hospital is to walk briskly, nod to the people you know, and ignore the ones you don’t. The nod reassures everyone that you are known, the brisk pace that you have a mission and don’t want to talk.