L.A. Banks Quotes

What is any achievement, however great it was, once time itself is dead?

I'm a devoted husband. That must strike you as totally deviant.

I still have some of my old University essays, and I do still have my drawing book from primary year seven.

Dead Air' is full of rants; it's a rant-based book. Yes, it's self-indulgence. I plead guilty; mea culpa.

I held my crotch, closed my eyes and repeated my secret catechism.

Even in my side of the world, I've been in publishing for what, 25 or 26 years, and it's gone from being a gentlemen's club to being a few big players, and it's very corporatised.

There is a quite a lot of effort involved but I find action sequences some of the quickest to write and the most fun.

Smell is a very animal thing, almost reptilian, where the more cerebral things like reading less so.

I just come up with the stories and write them as well as I can. There's not really a great deal of strokey-beard thinking going on.

A lot of what the 'Culture' is about is a reaction to all the science fiction I was reading in my very early teens.

I don't really do themes. I might accidentally, but themes are an emergent phenomena of the writing of the book, of just trying to get a story out there.

"Don't you have a religion?" Dorolow asked Horza. "Yes," he replied, not taking his eyes away from the screen on the wall above the end of the main mess-room table. "My survival."

I love writing and can't imagine not being able to do it. I want an easy life and if it had been difficult I wouldn't be doing it. I do admire writers who do it even though it costs them.

"You like music, Mr. Gurgeh?" Hamin asked, leaning over to the man. Gurgeh nodded. "Well, a little does no harm."

You get so caught up in what you're writing - action sequences tend to do that more than anything else because you're living it, and feeling for your characters.

Intellectual achievement. The exercise of skill. Human feeling.

That has always been it for me: family first.

I began writing after my child was seriously hurt in a day care center accident, and I wanted to come home to be with her during her recovery.

I don't deserve your love or your shine, but I want it because with you I can feel the sun. I don't want to go back to those shadows.

You can't control everything. You can't control how someone feels about you. Or what makes them tick. You can only control how you react, how you act, how you think and feel.

Girlfriends' code. What's discussed with girlfriends stays with girlfriends.

No other man will have you

I cannot allow another man to take what I already consider mine.

I'm so exhausted and yet I feel like I'll never sleep again.

Whoa, wait a minute, Coletrane. Are you proposing to me?” “Well I would if you’d let me finish,” he grumbled.

Fantasies were safe. It was a break from reality. A chance to act on desires for a short period of time.

She exists, Damon. There are women out there who crave what we can give them. Once you taste it, you can't ever let go of it.

I've always wanted to be psychoanalyzed in a den of iniquity.

No. I don’t regret it. It wasn’t the right thing to do, but I don’t regret it. - Toni

If you don’t stay away from her I’ll rearrange that pretty face of yours. - Simon

You'll call me Damon. I see no need for dramatic titles. I, on the other hand will call you beautiful, lover, mine. I'll call you mine." (Damon to Serena)

Tell me, warrior, how soon can we do this again?

Caelen?” “Aye, lass?” “You were right.” “What was I right about?” “Kissing. ’Tis a most wondrous thing.” She could sense his smile.

Here we are, a man and a woman, both wanting the same things, and yet, you aren’t attracted to me.

Vulnerability, like he had the power to hurt her or pleasure her in a way no other man could. For the first time, he was uncomfortable with the idea of having complete power over her

Tis a well-known fact that a man is either skilled in matters of loving or matters of war. ’Tis obvious that fighting is your skill.

I hope you find what you’re looking for,” Micah said. “I’ve already stopped looking,” Damon said quietly. “It’s kind of hard to look for something you’ve stopped believing in.

Never be afraid to tell me anything,” he whispered against her hair. “No matter how ashamed you might feel. I’ll never judge you, Rachel. I love you.

Life was sweet. Even when it was bad, there was always the hope of better...the future.

I love you, Eveline," he whispered, though he knew she could not hear him. "Somehow, I'll make you hear me and you'll know that I love you as fiercely as it's possible for a man to love a woman.

But if I lost you, it would devastate me as nothing else has or ever could. You have so much power over me and that’s frightening.

This is hard... Never said it would be easy. Nothing good ever is.' -- Josie & Ash

Sophie, honey, stop looking at me like that,” Garrett said gruffly. “You’ll have me convinced I’m going to die.” “You’re not?

How do you maybe hit someone?” Michael drawled. “Okay, so I decked him. At the time he deserved it.

Nothing good is ever easy. Or worth it.

There were worse things than death, as she'd discovered. Sometimes living took far more courage. Facing another day. Enduring. Those things took strength. Far more than dying.

He was better than any drug, any remedy for her illness.

I want babies too," he said huskily. "Daughters as beautiful as you are.

Love made her patient. It made her hopeful.

Tell me what you need." "You," she said simply, that one word tearing to the very heart of him. "Just you.