Hit List Quotes

“Never throw stones if you think they're going to come back and hit you.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Hit List

“Edward's grief if you die will be a terrible thing. It will hurt him, a lot, and men like him never grieve alone. He will spread his grief all over us, not because we failed, but because it'll give him something to focus on so he doesn't have to feel the pain.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Hit List

“Since you won't give me your names I'll call you Thing One and Thing Two.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Hit List

“Hesitation will get you killed.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Hit List

“being physically intimidating didn't keep you from getting your feelings hurt. Everyone's heart is the same size.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Hit List

“Oh, I'll enjoy myself. I want to make sure you enjoy yourself."
"Why?" I said.
"If you enjoy yourself, then there's a better chance you'll want to be with me again.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Hit List

“Ethan gave me an admiring look that wasn't about sex, but about that guy moment when they realize you are not just another pretty face, but maybe, just maybe you can be cute, petite, and one of the guys all at the same time.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Hit List

“He’s a senior in high school Bernardo. Jean-Claude is his legal guardian and had to enroll him in school. He comes home with homework and shit and then he wants to cuddle and have sex. It weirds me the fuck out.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Hit List

“I’ll take him to the hospital ” Bernardo said “but what do we put on the paperwork ”
“Tell them it was a lover’s quarrel ” Olaf said.
“Over my dead body ” I said.
“Eventually ” he said.
“Don’t be a sick fuck Olaf ” I said.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Hit List

“My boyfriends are all more romantic than I am, and so are my lovers.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Hit List

“We were U.S. Marshals. We hunted and killed the monsters. We did not run from them”
― Laurell K. Hamilton. , Hit List

“Tell that to the BTK killer,” I said. “He was a churchgoer, raised two kids, married, and resisted the urge to kill for decades. He was a person, but he was a monster, too”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Hit List

“Is your hair as soft as all those curls look?"
"No.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Hit List

“It was about loving the men who were with you, while they were with you, and valuing every last one of them. It was, in the end, about love. The love of a lover, of friends, and of partners, of people that I never wanted to lose, and wanted to wake up beside every damn day. It was about home. Home wasn’t a place, or a building, or a tropical night full of flowers and rain. Love made home not out of boards and walls and furniture, but of hands to hold, and smiles to share, and the warmth of that body cuddled around you in the dark. I swam in the darkness of the ocean on a raft of hands, and bodies, and giving a damn what happened to them all.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Hit List

“Because to gain your heart’s desire you have to lose some part of your old life, your old self. To do that you have to have courage; without it, you can’t make the leap.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Hit List

“Home wasn’t a place, or a building, or a tropical night full of flowers and rain. Love made home not out of boards and walls and furniture, but of hands to hold, and smiles to share, and the warmth of that body cuddled around you in the dark. I swam in the darkness of the ocean on a raft of hands, and bodies, and giving a damn what happened to them all.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Hit List

“held on to Edward’s hand, gave him some of the best eye contact I’d given anyone in a while, and Dr. Fields tried to stitch me up ahead of my body’s healing. Even with the ardeur days from being fed I was healing too fast for normal medical help. Fuck. Edward talked low to me. He whispered about the case, tried to get me to think about work. It worked for a while, and then the painkiller was all gone and I was still being stitched up. I couldn’t think about work. He talked about his family, about what Donna was doing with her metaphysical shop, about Peter in school and in martial arts. He was working on his second black belt. Becca and her musical theater, and the fact that he was still taking her to dance class twice a week, that amused me enough for me to say, “I want to see you sitting with all the suburban moms in the waiting area.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Hit List

“Do I go in the bathroom, or do you?” He frowned at me. “Why?” “I’m not comfortable with you dressing in front of me.” He gave a half-laugh. I think I’d surprised him. “You live with shapeshifters, and they go around nude all the time.” “Seeing my friends and lovers nude is fine, but seeing you nude, no.” He studied my face. “It really would bother you.” “Yes.” He frowned again. “Why?” “If I’m having sex with someone it’s okay to see them nude, but if sex isn’t an option, then no nudity.” He laughed, abrupt and surprised. “You’re still a prude, and you always will be.” “It wouldn’t bother you to strip in front of me?” “No, why should it?” I sighed. “Fine, I’m a prude. I’ll go into the bathroom while you dress.” “No, I’ll dress in the bathroom.” He was still smiling, his face shining with the remains of his laughter, as he gathered up his clothes.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Hit List

“lay on my back in the dark. He was doing the same. “Edward,” I asked. “Hmm,” he said. “Are you a side sleeper, or a back sleeper?” “Back.” “I’m a side sleeper, so no spooning, I guess.” “What?” I laughed and turned over on my side. “Good night, Edward.” “Good night, Anita.” We slept.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Hit List

“We have the right to deputize not only if we are without backup, but if we feel that an individual’s skill set is of benefit to the execution of our warrant and will save civilian lives. Mother of God, Edward, this gives us carte blanche to form a fucking mob.” “There’s potential for abuse, yes.” “Potential for abuse, there’s potential for pitchforks and torches,” I said. “Anita, come on, no one would use pitchforks or torches anymore. It’d be flashlights and guns.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Hit List

“It was more fun to hunt monsters before we had someone to go home to,’ I said. The”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Hit List

“Some people are grateful when you offer them what they want most, but some people are terrified of it. Because to gain your heart’s desire you have to lose some part of your old life, your old self. To do that you have to have courage; without it, you can’t make the leap. And if you don’t make the leap, you have only three choices: You can hate yourself for not taking the chance, you can hate the person for whom you’ve sacrificed your happiness, or you can hate the one who offered you happiness, and blame them for your lack of courage, convince yourself it wasn’t real. That way, you don’t have to hate yourself. It’s always easier to blame someone else.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Hit List

“Multiple choice should have at least one right answer, but some people only come with wrong answers. Some people are like rigged tests where you can only fail.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Hit List

“What is that?” the woman asked. “One of your little vampires,” I said. “You send more body parts our way, we send you more heads.” “We could send you a head, too,” she yelled. “You have only two hostages; we have a dozen, and three of them are your masters, which means if they die, you die.” “Thaddeus,” Marius yelled, “you wouldn’t dare.” “Thaddeus isn’t in charge of these negotiations; I am, and I so fucking would.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Hit List

“Olaf was smiling, bending over so he could hear what she was saying. Whatever she said, it made him laugh. I’d never seen him laugh. It was a little unnerving, like seeing your dog sit up and try to hold a conversation with you. I mean, you know the dog communicates, but it’s not supposed to speak the queen’s English.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Hit List

“I took the compliment. “What do you want me to do?” “If you even suspect that Olaf has decided you’re his next victim, kill him. Don’t wait for a clean shot, don’t wait to be sure, don’t wait for no witness, don’t wait at all, just kill him. Promise me, Anita.” He reached out and grabbed my arm, holding tight. “Promise me.” I could see my reflection in his dark glasses. I said the only thing I could say: “I promise.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Hit List

“He’d let his anger take him to a place that his ass might have trouble getting out of, or maybe I just didn’t understand the normal branch of the service whose badge I carried. She put her elbows on the arms of her chair, her hands like a double fist in front of her lips. “Second, get the fuck off my desk.” Oh, I did understand the normal branch of the service. It worked just like all the others.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Hit List

“Probably,” I said, “but what did you just think of?” He gave me a quizzical look, shook his head as if to chase the puzzlement away, and said, “It is exactly that. I thought I was a little more evolved, but you’re right. I’m this big, macho guy, with all this training that you don’t have, and Edward would rather have you at his back than me. Edward is better at judging men and what they’re capable of than anyone I’ve ever met except this one sergeant.” He shook his head again. “Never mind, but my point is that if Edward believes you’re better than me, or Olaf, at this job, then he must be right. It does hurt my ego that you sit there all itty-bitty and cute as hell, and you must be more dangerous than I will ever be. Yeah, that fucking bothers me.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Hit List

“Did you also get that one of the broken pipes got shoved through Ethan’s side?” Edward raised eyebrows just a little at that. “No.” “He dragged himself off the pipe while I was trying to calm Alex.” “Dragged himself off the pipe?” Edward said. “Yep.” Edward looked back at Ethan, and it was a considering look. He finally gave a small nod. “That’ll do.” I smiled, because I knew what that meant. Ethan frowned at both of us. “What’ll do?” “You,” I said. He frowned harder. “What?” “You’ve passed inspection,” I said. Ethan looked at Edward. “His inspection?” “Our inspection,” Edward said. He looked from one to the other of us. “You guys have worked together a long time.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Hit List

“Let’s get out and find Newman and try to reason with him.” “Reason how?” I asked. Edward gave me Ted’s grin, but it was his own words, “I’m a scary son of a bitch, let’s see if I can spook him.” I grinned. “I like it. Scare him into giving up the lead.” “Tilford will listen to us; Newman won’t.” “Let’s go scare the rookie,” I said. He grinned. “Let’s.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Hit List