Kim Harrison Quotes

She's not your type. Since when do I have a type?

I'd say she's get us both fired, but the I.S. doesn't let anyone go. Alive.

Was using “dead-man’s-toe” morally okay if the man’s relatives had knowingly sold him for parts?

Ivy's COOK THE STEAK, DON'T STAKE THE COOK apron.

The cookie maker needs someone to look out for him.

Oh, I'm sorry. Did I interrupt some sort of dominance foreplay?

My mother isn't crazy. She simply has a harder time than most reconciling her reality with everyone else's reality.

Okay, you drive," she said. "I'll sit with m head hanging out of the window like a golden retriever.

I was having coffee with my bodyguard. I didn't expect to be hunting bad guys until later. Leather before sundown is tacky.

Be reasonable. I know you can be. If you try very, very hard.” - Al to Rachel

You!” she said, stepping forward with a vehement expression and her finger pointed. Heart pounding, I pressed into Al. Funny how he seemed so much safer now. (Newt, Rachel and Al)

Rachel, you summon demons. You’re good at it. Get over it, then find a way to make it work for you. It’s not going to go away.

And if he is lying and he double-crosses you, I’ll kill him for you.” From anyone else, it would have been an idle threat, and I smiled, feeling loved. (Ivy and Rachel)

The demon had trouble remembering what she was doing, but she was powerful, sort of the crazy Wendy of the lost lord-of-the-flies boys.

You cannot thrash the person who makes you coffee. It's a rule somewhere.

See, this was why I liked coffee. You couldn’t screw up making coffee. Even the bad stuff was good.

Lately I’d begun carrying pain amulets in my bag, like some people have breath mints.

They weren’t idiots, but I attracted trouble that just begged me to beat it into submission.

She smiled with the warmth of a penguin.

Rachel, my itchy witch," Al said as he tugged the lace at his cuffs. "We've talked about this. You simply must stop collecting nasty little men. How many do you really need, love?

A devious spark lit through Al, making me smile. One way. It costs too much, he said. “There’s no inflation in the ever-after, Al.” Call it a recession then. One way.

A demon was asking me what I wanted. My eyes flicked to Al, and he shrugged. “What do you want?” he said softly.

He didn't want Lucy to grow up feeling alone, surrounded by everything and having nothing.

She just threatened to throw the next man who shoots at you out the window. Megan is awake. She offered to help. God, Trent, what is it with you and women?

Ku’Sox was indeed a demon. In. The. Sun. I needed answers, but I wanted them from Al, not…Cute Socks here.

They tried to kill me,” he said, his brow furrowed as he glared at them. “You saw them!” “Yeah?” I spouted off. “They weren’t very good at it!” (Trent and Rachel)

People die, Rachel," Ceri said, her cheeks flushing. "Not if I can help it," I snapped. "And not of a broken heart. If you could, I'd be dead already.

Relief spilled into me. He wanted to live. He just didn't know how.

All I'd have to do then was roll with the consequences of inviting dewinged, fanged fairies into Trent's backyard. God, they were savage looking. Served him right.

Somehow I found him. Somehow I found Al's sarcastic thoughts, bitter and old. Tired, angry, bored. Alone.

Rachel, we've been over this. This is what I do," he said, crumbs of whiten cheese falling from the knife. "Find a way for your lofty, unrealistic ideals to deal with it.

I’m not going anywhere with you, you little shoemaker,” I said (Rachel to Trent)

Rache,” he said, trying to get into my line of sight. “What more do you need? God to send a telegram?" (Jenks)

I can think of a lot of things to do," he said, "and none of them involve standing up. - Al

It was starting to smell really good in here. And if I liked what it smelled like, then they were liking what they were smelling, and ah…that would be me.

Maybe I could be friends with a ghost. I wouldn’t be able to kill him.

I’d given up on the white picket fence after Kisten had died—finding out my kids would be demons was the nail in the coffin.

Looking at everything, I started to feel nauseous, as if the seventies had taken refuge here against extinction and were preparing to take over the world.

I didn’t know what I was going to say, a feeling that was compounded when the line clicked open and Trent’s very muzzy voice murmured, “Rachel? Mmm, hi.

Boots and leather jackets were strewn on her bed, and what looked like a new knife set. She’d taken a class last winter and was dying to try them out legally on someone.

Adjustment? She called that an adjustment? How about I adjust her right out of existence?

I sat for a moment, figuring things out, then decided to stay there. If I was on the floor, I couldn't fall down.

I just want my name back so my life can go back to chaotic and weird instead of chaotic and desperate.

It stinks of trains and that chili with the chocolate in it. Ooooh, books!" he exclaimed suddenly, making a beeline for the small library. (Al)

Confused, I asked, "The coven's what?" "Plumber," Ivy said, looking pale as she leaned on Glenn. "You know. Stops leaks?" Oh goodie. I'm a leak.

Nick as in my former boyfriend Nick. Ex-rat, ex-boyfriend, ex-alive if I ever got hold of him Nick.

Gaily, if you can't demonstrate the ability to keep her alive, then I will take over her care and get you a dog instead." - Newt

I frowned, wondering if Trent would mind being the size of a fairy for a day. He could talk to the newest tenants in his garden.

I suddenly realized that a bunch of my friends needed babysitters and vowed to start screening my calls.

He just wanted to hold her to him and tell her it would be okay, that she had survived and was beautiful.