Book: Anita Blake. Page 4

Beautiful blue eyes - like a glass window; nobody's home.

Never be afraid of who's afraid of you.

Like a living dream, a dream too beautiful to be real, too sensual, to be safe.

It was like wearing gloves for the first time in my life. Too few fingers, too many holes.

And I'm starting to understand that we should be able to find time for the things that matter. You should be able to cut life pieces of happiness, or daily routine will eat them clean.

All the unpleasant emotions I try to hide under the anger, when it is possible.

I'm a big wizard itself to ruin lives. If something is too good, I should definitely start digging until it breaks or can't bite me. I'm trying not to, but old habits die hard, especially bad...

When you don't know what to say, try to get along.