Dancing Quotes

“Talking to children is like testifying in court, answer just what’s asked, don’t elaborate, and don’t volunteer information.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Dancing

“My answer seemed to please him, and he let it go. Matthew was teaching me not to over explain, to explain just enough to make him happy, and not dig the verbal hole deeper. Talking to children is like testifying in court, answer just what’s asked, don’t elaborate, and don’t volunteer information.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Dancing

“Can you really rescue anyone, or anything, without rescuing a piece of yourself at the same time?”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Dancing

“Life is like dancing, sometimes one of you leads, sometimes the other, and if you do it right it's beautiful, even when it's hard.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Dancing

“Talking to children is like testifying in court, answer just whatÄs asked, don't elaborate, and don't volunteer information.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Dancing

“there was still a part of me that kept waiting for it all to go to hell. At least I’d stopped poking at it and trying to break it myself, that was a step up. Let’s hear it for therapy and smart friends who intervened when I fell back into old destructive habits.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Dancing

“Strike that, no killing today, though depending on the level of stupid aimed at us, I was willing to look at a little mayhem.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Dancing

“When you live in a way that's too different from everyone else, you get grief about it. Is it fair? No, but it's still what happens.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Dancing

“Cyrus’s father looked at his son. “Is that true?”

Cyrus wouldn’t look at his dad, or anyone else. It was hard to look tough when you’re being held in someone’s arms, but he did his best to pull it off, even crossing beefy arms across his chest.

“Cyrus, I asked you a question, don’t make me ask twice.”

“Yes,” he finally said, very sullen.

“I don’t know what got into him, but I’m sorry.”

Kevin Appleton said, “When Becky does something wrong she does her own apologizing.”

Cyrus’s father glared at Appleton, but he said, “Apologize to the little girl, Cyrus.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt her. I wanted to hurt him!” He pointed his own dramatic finger at Matthew.

“Matthew didn’t start the fight, Cyrus, you did. Apologize to both of them, now.”

He turned a pouting face to Becky. “I’m sorry I hurt you, I didn’t mean to.”

“I don’t accept!” Becky said. Her eyes were dark and furious. I liked her.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Dancing

“I glanced up to find several of the women looking appreciative, but the energy in the room had changed to something softer. I realized that the energy had been almost predatory, the way it can get at Guilty Pleasures sometimes. Women are more sexually aggressive at strip clubs than men, and their energy can be much angrier. I suddenly realized that one or more of the wives must have recognized Nathaniel from the club. It’s hard for most people to treat you like a real human being once they’ve seen you take your clothes off on stage. The wife, or wives, hadn’t been able to resist telling some of the other women and they’d wanted to see for themselves.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Dancing

“Nathaniel kissed me and then Micah good-bye. Normally he would have kissed Micah more thoroughly, because he might not get another chance for hours, but we’d started doing less of the tonsil-cleaning kisses in front of Matthew—not just between the men, but between me and the men, or anyone and anyone. Why? Because Matthew liked to imitate, and he’d gotten sent home with a note from preschool. We’d been left having to explain that certain kinds of kissing was grownup kissing, and he had to be a grownup to do it. He’d accepted our reasoning and filed it away on the same list as driving a car, drinking liquor, or being able to lift weights. It made perfect sense to him that it was just one more thing he wasn’t old enough to do, yet.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Dancing