The Lunatic Cafe Quotes

“I loved him, but love isn't enough. All the fairy tales, the romance novels, the soap operas; they're all lies. Love does not conquer all.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, The Lunatic Cafe

“He's no more human than I am, ma petite."
At least I'm not dead."
That can be remedied.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, The Lunatic Cafe

“the pain of that first lost was still raw. You could deal with it, endure it, but never escape it.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, The Lunatic Cafe

“I spent the next fifteen minutes convincing a crying werewolf that I wasn’t going to hurt her. My life was getting too strange, even for me.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, The Lunatic Cafe

“If I went in the cage, I was going to end up eaten alive. That was actually one of my top five ways not to die...”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, The Lunatic Cafe

“Anita can speak for herself," Richard said.
Jean-Claude's attention flicked back to me. "That is certainly true. But I came to see how the two of you enjoyed the play."
"And pigs fly," I said.
"You don't believe me?"
"Not hardly," I said.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, The Lunatic Cafe

“I know that look, Blake. You are a drowning woman, and the only way out is down the aisle.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, The Lunatic Cafe

“Ma petite ...'
'No, you've done enough talking. It's my turn. If you harm Richard Zeeman, I'll kill you.'
'He means that much to you?' There was surprise in his voice. Great.
'No, you mean that little'.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, The Lunatic Cafe

“At least I'm not dead.

That can be remedied.

Jean-Claude & Richard”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, The Lunatic Cafe

“Can you speed this up? I want to get to bed."

A slight frown appeared between his eyes. "Anita, you are not making this easy."

"Hurrah," I said.

The frown smoothed out as he sighed. "You would think I would give up on you ever being easy."

"Yes," I said, "you would."

Anita and Jean-Claude”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, The Lunatic Cafe

“I learned that you don’t stand up to the bad guys because you think you’ll win. You stand up because it’s the right thing to do. You stand up for those weaker than you, which at that time in my life meant younger than me. You put yourself between them and harm, not because you’re sure you won’t get hurt, but because you’ve decided that to sit and watch them come to harm is wrong, and you cannot merely sit and watch evil. There comes a time when you have to step up and be willing to take some damage, because it’s the right thing to do.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, The Lunatic Cafe

“Had Richard really proposed? Had I really said yes? Surely not. I had said yes. Shit.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, The Lunatic Cafe

“If you’re going to die, at least die brave. It pisses your enemies off.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, The Lunatic Cafe

“Ronnie sat on the couch, as far away from him as she could get but still rather companiable. Cozier than I was willing to be with the son of a bitch. If I ever managed to get married and my husband cheated on me, it wouldn’t be me to go missing.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, The Lunatic Cafe

“Door’s not locked,” Zerbrowski said. “You’re a cop. How can you leave your car unlocked?” I opened the door and stopped. The passenger seat and floorboard were full. McDonald’s take-out sacks and newspapers filled the seat and flowed onto the floorboards. A piece of petrified pizza and a herd of pop cans filled the rest of the floorboard. “Jesus, Zerbrowski, does the EPA know you’re driving a toxic waste dump through populated areas?” “See why I leave it unlocked. Who would steal it?” He knelt in the seat and began shoveling armfuls of garbage into the backseat.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, The Lunatic Cafe

“If I’d been alone, I wouldn’t have eaten at all. I’d have taken a shower, thrown on an oversize T-shirt, and gone to bed surrounded by a few select penguins. Now I had a fancy dinner to eat, by candlelight nonetheless. If I said I wasn’t hungry, would he be insulted? Would he pout? Would he yell about all the work going to waste and tell me about starving kids in Southeast Asia? “Shit,” I said softly and with feeling. Well, hell, if we ever were going to cohabitate, he’d have to know the truth. I was unsociable, and food was something you ate so you wouldn’t die. I”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, The Lunatic Cafe

“My mug had a reindeer in a bathrobe and slippers with Christmas lights laced in its antlers, toasting the merry season with champagne and saying, “Bingle Jells.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, The Lunatic Cafe

“Idealist. It was almost the same thing as fool.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, The Lunatic Cafe (Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter, Book 4) Publisher: Jove

“You give some people a gun and they turn into bullies.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, The Lunatic Cafe (Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter, Book 4) Publisher: Jove

“I loved him, but love isn’t enough. All the fairy tales, the romance novels, the soap operas; they’re all lies. Love does not conquer all.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, The Lunatic Cafe

“A sobbing female voice came on the line. I spent the next fifteen minutes convincing a crying werewolf that I wasn’t going to hurt her. My life was getting too strange, even for me.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, The Lunatic Cafe

“Titus squinted at me, as if trying to bring me into focus. “You’re the Executioner?” “Some people call me that, yeah.” “This little bit of a girl has over a dozen vampire kills under her belt?” There was laughter in his voice, disbelief. I shrugged. It was actually higher than that now, but a lot of them were unsanctioned kills. Not something I wanted the police to know about. Vampires have rights, and killing them without a warrant is murder. “I’m the legal vampire executioner for the area. You got a problem with that?”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, The Lunatic Cafe

“Good music, humor, soon to be dancers, Richard’s body next to mine, a gun under my arm. What more could a girl ask for?”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, The Lunatic Cafe

“have food stains on him somewhere. “Where were you all dressed up?” I asked. “Where were you all undressed?” he asked. He smiled when he said it. I felt heat rush up my face and hated it a lot. I hadn’t done anything worth blushing for. “Fine, let’s go.” I grabbed my trench coat from the back of the couch and touched dried blood.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, The Lunatic Cafe

“He should have known better than to try and intimidate me with size. I’ve been the smallest kid on the block for as long as I can remember. Size hadn’t been impressive for a very long time.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, The Lunatic Cafe

“Edward still had the rifle up, sighted on Titus. Aikensen seemed frozen, standing there with the bloody knife. “Put it down, blondie, right now, or she’s dead.” “Edward.” “Anita,” he said. His voice sounded like it always did. We both knew he could drop Titus, but if the man’s finger twitched while he died, I died, too. Choices. “Do it,” I said. He pulled the trigger. Titus jerked back against the bars. Blood splattered over my face. A glob of something thicker than blood slid down my cheek. I breathed in shallow gasps. Titus slumped along the bars, gun still gripped in his hands.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, The Lunatic Cafe

“His gun was a .357 Magnum, great for whale hunting. It was overkill for anything on two legs. That was human. I felt very human staring down that gun barrel.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, The Lunatic Cafe

“I hate you.” My voice was flat with the effort not to scream. In that moment I meant it. And I knew Jean-Claude would sense it. I wanted him to know. “Ma petite…” “No, you’ve done enough talking. It’s my turn. If you harm Richard Zeeman, I’ll kill you.” “He means that much to you?” There was surprise in his voice. Great. “No, you mean that little.” I stepped away from him, around him. Gave him my back and walked away. Let him sink his fangs into that bit of truth. Tonight, I meant every word.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, The Lunatic Cafe

“I wanted to slug him. The desire to smash that beautiful face was physical. It tightened my shoulders, made my arms ache. But I knew better. You don’t volunteer for slugfests with vampires. It shortens your life expectancy. I”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, The Lunatic Cafe

“I straightened up, pulling just a little away from him. He looked at me questioningly. “Something wrong?” “Nice aftershave,” I said. No need to confess that I’d had an almost irresistible urge to nibble his neck. It was too embarrassing. The”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, The Lunatic Cafe