Obsidian Butterfly (Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter, #9)

by Laurell K. Hamilton

There are, after all, more religions on the planet that believe in reincarnation than ones that don’t.

Edward wonders why I’m so sympathetic to the monsters. The answer is simple. Because I am one.

kids are people, Edward, little people trapped by the choices the adults around them make.

If I didn’t get killed, finding out Edward’s secrets would make the entire trip worthwhile. If I did get killed, I’d come back and haunt Edward, see if I could make him see ghosts after all.

Why is it when you have a sure thing to bet on, there’s never anyone around to take your money?

You’d have to be either absolutely arrogant or crazy to claim godhood.

Arrogance or stupidity, sometimes there’s not much difference between the two.

Bodyguards are bodyguards regardless of the culture, the century, or state of life, or would that be death?

I liked my scrambled eggs the way God intended them, plain.

One minute you’re paranoid and packing too much hardware, the next you’re scared, and under-armed. Life’s like that, or my life’s like that.

‘If you love someone, then your freedom is curtailed. If you love someone, you give up much of your privacy. If you love someone, then you are no longer merely one person but half of a couple. To think or behave any other way is to risk losing that love.’

The wiccans call it the threefold law: what you do to others comes back to you threefold. Buddhists call it karma. Christians call it answering for your sins. I call it what goes around comes around. It really does, you know.

‘If you think love makes you happy, Hernando, you’ve either never been in love, or never been in love long enough to have to start compromising.’

‘If it is a god, then you cannot kill it, and if you can kill it, then it is not a god. I do not mourn the death of false gods.’

What kind of moron would have Mickey Mouse tattooed on his butt?