Sometimes you can learn things from the way a person denies something. The choice of lies can be almost as helpful as the truth.
One of the things cops learn first is that everyone lies. Some people to hide things, some people just for the hell of it, but everyone lies. Assume that everyone is hiding something, it saves time.
I'm not real big on repentence ... I like revenge better.
Chastity works better if you don't keep testing it.
A vampire victim. I'd never seen a lone kill. They were like potato chips; once a vamp tasted them, he couldn't stop at just one.
I wasn't like most girls.
More sex. We must have more sex.
Sex was never as neat as the movies made it. Real sex was messy. Good sex was messier.
When sex is necessary for the plot of a book, or a character development, then I don't shy away from it. Why should I?
I'm not terribly fond of soapboxes.
No, really, Ronnie, it's good to share information when you know someone else is dating the lunarly challenged.
The only good enemy is a dead enemy.
You either mellow at 30, or your head explodes - take your choice.
You ask yourself "What is love? Am I in love?", when what you should be asking is, "What is not love?", ma petite. What is it that this man does for you that is not done out of love?
Fear will bind you closer than love, or hate, and it works a hell of a lot quicker.
Nothing like fear to wash your mind clean.
Pretend hard enough and maybe it will go away.
Heroes don't get anything but dead.
I've been writing stories since I was 12. 'Writer's Digest' was one of my writing teachers, actually.
Personally, I think neutral is just another way of saving your own ass at the expense of someone else's.
I've lost track of the number of people who want to be writers but never actually write anything. Talking about writing, dreaming about writing, can be very fun, but it won't get a book written. You've got to write
Your heart is not a wound to be poked at to see if the scab is ready to come off. You can be healed of that very old pain, if you’ll just let it happen. (Marianne)
Human lives are too short to waste in trivialities.
I wanted to say something brilliant. My God, Holmes, how did you know the zombie was hiding in the flower pot? But I couldn't lie.
Larry had brought me blue jeans, a red polo shirt, jogging socks, my white Nikes, an extra cross from my suitcase, the silver knives, the Firestar complete with inner pants holster, and the Browning and its shoulder holster. He'd forgotten a bra, but hey, except for that it was perfect.
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