Charlaine Harris Quotes

It was one of God's jokes that such a dumb mind had been put in such an eloquent body.

(Sookie's Thoughts on Debbie Pelt) she had been cruel to Alcide, insulted me grievously, burned a hole in my favorite wrap and—oh—tried to kill me by proxy. Also, she had stupid hair.

As exits go, that's a good one." It was pretty hard to have the last word with a vampire.

I hate witches. Humans had the right idea, burning them at the stake.

And by golly, love sure was a battlefield. Benatar was right about that.

I said the first thing that came into my head unfortunately. "Save the drama for your mama " I told her just like an eleven-year-old.

When I thought of Eric with someone else, I wanted to rip out all his beautiful blonde hair. By the roots. In clumps.

You can hold on to me for as long as you want. Let go of the pain, Sookie". - Eric, Club dead.

Life had sure been simpler when I hadn't dated.

It's hard not to respond when a master of the art of kissing is laying one on you.

I’d never seen anything like it. First a trial, then a few murders, then dancing. Life goes on. Or, in this case, death continues.

So you want me to go to a human orgy, where I will not be welcome, and you want us to leave before I get to enjoy myself? ~Eric Northman

A piece of happiness should never be taken as due.

Then was ashamed of myself. I should be happy for what I'd been given. I hoped God hadn't noticed my lapse in appreciation.

There’s no way you can kill someone and get to the other side of the experience unchanged.

There was enough tension in the room to send a fleet of the nervous running for their tranquilizers.

It was somehow degrading, craving someone so... voraciously - another good calendar word - just because he was physically beautiful. I hadn't thought that was something women did, either.

Sookie, what have we done? And to whom?" "I killed a chicken. And I cooked it." "Sookie, Sookie. My bullshit meter is reading that as a false." -Eric Northman, Sookie Stackhouse

Better to be screwed physically than financially.

The world seemed a bad and terrible place, all its denizens suspect, and I the lamb wandering through the valley of death with a bell around my neck.

It was like being around a particularly irritating two-year-old.

Life should imitate romance literature far more often.

The average woman would not be pondering how fast her date could kill her, but I’ll never be an average woman.

They say when one door shuts, another one opens. But they haven’t been living at my house. Most of the doors I open seem to have something scary crouched behind them, anyway.

Look, how come he showed up now? When you have other fairies in the woods? And does that sound crazy when you say it out loud, or what?

A dog – a collie – went up to Eric, looked up at his face, and growled. “Shoo,” Eric said, making an imperious gesture with his hand.

I was embarrased, horrified and absolutely ready to jump him!

Come on, lover, let's have a look," Eric said, giving me a quick kiss. He jumped off the back porch with me still attached to him—like a large barnacle

Softie was not a word you could use in the same sentence as Eric.

My eyes flew open, and I pushed back against rock-hard shoulders. I let out a little squeak of horror. "It's me," said a familiar voice. ..."Eric, what are you doing here?" "Snuggling.

Sookie, it is not your blood I love. I love you. Your heart, your mind, your soul... you have brought light back into my life

It was time to pull my moral socks up and behave myself.

Food that walked and talked, that was us. McPeople.

This letter is written on the skin of one of the water sprites who drowned your parents.' 'Ick!' I cried, and dropped the letter on the kitchen table.

A year ago,' I said, 'you wouldn’t have asked this of me.' 'A year ago,' he answered, 'you wouldn’t have hesitated to drink.' I crossed to the desk and tossed it down.

I'd been blindsided with the most painful knowledge: the first man to ever say he loved me had never loved me at all. His passion had been artificial. His pursuit of me had been choreographed.

Sookie," Eric said. I didn't think he'd heard a word. "Yield to me." Well, that was pretty direct.

Coffe is the perfume of morning.

But men are less used to the idea of being raped than women are, and it strikes them with a fresh horror. With women, that horror comes right along with the female genitals.

I gripped the stapler even harder and felt like a fool planning to battle a crazy man with a stapler that even, I suddenly remembered, contained no staples. Well, strike that line of defense.

Sookie: Is Eric around?" Pam: "He is enthralling the vermin.

This must be the legendary Yankee rudeness

As the water pounded on my back, I reflected that I must be pretty simple. It didn't take much to make me happy. A long night with a dead guy had done the trick.

I don't like having feelings," Eric said coldly, and he left. That was a tough exit line to top.

I felt like a car that had only been operated by one driver… a car its new prospective buyer was determined to take to the Daytona 500.

He gave me a look sure to put frost on anyone's pumpkin.

God bless the American spectator.

You never told me all this before," I said, by way of explanation. "You all have divided up America into kingdoms, is that right?

Finally, a human man saw me as intensely valuable. Just my luck he was happily married and thought I was a freak.

I am a woman, hear me roar," I said. Gosh, what prompted that?" Amelia asked, and I jumped