A.S.A. Harrison Quotes

There's no independent satisfaction without the success of the film itself. The feel that you have done the best you can to support the film.

I wouldn't write any kind of book without a contract and an advance. You can't invest that amount of time and effort without one.

By the way, I understand that now you can have the Times delivered to your door here in the Twin Cities.

To be a heretic to-day is almost a human obligation.

Facebook is that successful guy you're supposed to want to date, but you can't keep your mind off the beautiful freak in the corner. Twitter is my freak.

I have always been quite good at falling in love, but I don't pretend to know anything about literal happily ever afters.

When we die we are only stories in the minds of others, I thought

I'd rather get a brain tumor than go back to teaching.

Yeah, but now suddenly - you know, universities are notoriously market oriented, too.

I do have trouble with titles.

So when I made some money, I didn't have any idea how one handled such a situation because no one in our family ever had any money.

Because most writers have totally unrealistic concepts of how publishing works.

I've always been interested in the intersection between our rational and our unconscious lives.

Don’t portray yourself as who you want to be. Portray yourself as who you are.

I can't work out much about myself or what I see in the world around me unless I do it through writing.

Writing is how I stay sane. It's completely necessary.

Sometimes there's a sort of tear in the veil, and there are people who live in more than one dimension.

There aren't many people in our history who have so completely surrendered themselves to a mission that they would give up their lives for it.

We're taught to expect unconditional love from our parents, but I think it is more the gift our children give us. It's they who love us helplessly, no matter what or who we are.

Inside Junior's it was peaceful. I can change that, I thought dryly.

And while seeing Trent in his tighty-whities would make my decade, I’d found out long ago that I couldn’t stay mad at a man wearing nothing but underwear. They looked so charmingly vulnerable.

Elves apparently had a short childhood. Not like witches, who seemed to take forever to grow up, according to Jenks.

If it was up to me, I’d choose the hard path with the easy ending, not the easy path with the hard end.

...Everyone had to eat, but eating people wasn't polite.

Yes, but . . .” She hesitated, her gaze finally coming to me. “I survived because I fell in love.” With you was unspoken.

Minias smiled. Great. Another charming demon. I sort of prefer the insane ones.

Keep your vampire mitts off me. I'm not your friggin' blood toy.

For all his sourness, he was ruled by his heart.

Coffee. I could smell coffee. Coffee would make everything better.

I ought to file charges of uncommon stupidity against you for letting her try this alone." ~ Newt, Black Magic Sanction, Kim Harrison

I thought it odd that the woman was over a thousand years old but thought the microwave was primitive.

She’s not much of a team player, more of a team yeller.

He grinned. “That’s because pixies are ever-after. We’re magic, baby. Just ask Matalina.

My office is trashed,” he grumped as he squished across his damp carpet and took the coffee that I was holding out to him. “Why are you smiling? My fish are dead.

Apparently their numerous tattoos gave them protection against the cold as they had no coats.

Find Eloy. Smack his head into a wall, dance on his guts... I'd get creative. Spontaneous like.

CINCINNATI MORGUE, AN EQUAL-OPPORTUNITY SERVICE SINCE 1966.

So I’ve seen my boys do that a hundred times with the neighboring pixy girls. Give her their favorite seed and be too flustered to tell her what it was.

So much for playing nice.Tired, I let my eyes shut while they argued, hoping I didn’t die in the interim and make the problem moot. I wasn’t ever going to get my water. Ever.

Though no one had been buried here for almost thirty years, the grass was mown by yours truly. I felt a tidy graveyard made a happy graveyard.

Married pixy, I told myself, forcing my eyes back to the shelf of ceramic animals. Fifty-four kids. Beautiful wife, sweet as sugar, who would kill me in my sleep while apologizing for it.

What was it with me and organized beatings, anyway?

It’s a cat. Boy, you couldn’t slip anything past me tonight.

Tell me where you want it,” I said. Minias drew back, his purple robes shifting about his ankles. “You’re asking me?” “Well, unless you want a big R on your forehead.

Do you have a sleeping bag?” I stared at him. “No. I lost it in the great salt-dip of ’06.

I felt sick. Buying Kisten’s and my safety from Piscary was so wrong. But it was either that or deal with a demon, and I’d rather keep my soul clean and let my morals get dingy.

I got it this time, Daddy Warbucks," I said.

I grew up reading SF in the 70s and 80s, and I like fast, thought-provoking plots that take you places in fully realized worlds.

Al was cruel, vindictive, angry, elegant, powerful. He gave me strength, he gave me wisdom, not only about magic, but about myself. He was a lot like Trent, only harsher around the edges.

Hate is all that keeps us alive when love is gone. You’re almost there. Not quite ready to let it go yet.