Character: Anita Blake. Page 3

He stared at me. Looked like she wanted to my eyes to read the secrets of the universe. I really would prefer it if he was staring into the darkness, than looking for answers in my face. Don't know what could prompt him dark, but I just do.

You know, one you could load me it and is not angry for life.

If you have a gun, you can lock in a gun safe, but that does not mean to learn how to fire it.

I don't know what axe you have in hand, but find another forehead right where to bury it

Bad - they are bad and they will never believe, except that they are unpredictable and dangerous.

A woman may not see the man, if they are sufficiently Friendly, but men rarely stop to see the woman to woman.

When I look in those eyes, understand that for them there is no one with whom you can talk.

If you don't understand the need for love or friendship, how can you be lonely?

Bitter emotional truth nagged me more than sex with a man I do not like.

The world is what it is. And no anger, hatred and self-contempt, and blind stubbornness, nothing will.

- I'm so tired of all this crap.
- What is that?
- All at all!

They say love overcomes all. So - lie. Too dark? Well, I'm sorry.

- I know you don't like to admit that this French coffee maker you like, but it is.
- It gives a little coffee at a time.
Even I heard it sounded grumpy.
- I'll tell Jean-Claude what do you want the real big maker.
He said this with a completely straight face, and only the sparkle in his eyes and slightly raised the corners of her mouth betrayed that he is now something else to add.
Double.
He disappeared behind the door before I managed to close my mouth and decide whether to snarl or laugh.

You can long and diligently to try to throw man out of your heart, but not always, betrays you it is the heart.