You Take Insult Where None Is Intended,

It All Adds Up; Never Discount Your Efforts, Because Small Efforts Build Big Things. One Word Doesn't Make A Novel, But One Word Does Begin A Novel, And From That Small Beginning Everything Else Follows. Even If It's Just 'the', Write Something On That Blank Page.

I Hated Missing The End Of Anything. I Was Always Convinced That The Bit I'd Miss Would Be The Best Part.

Twenty-three Stories Up And All I Could See Out The Windows Was Grey Smog. They Could Call It The City Of The Angels If They Wanted To, But If There Were Angels Out There, They Had To Be Flying Blind.

Vampires Were Always Either Trying To Kill Me, Or Own Me. God I Hated Being Popular.

I, Anita Blake, Scourge Of The Undead-the Human With More Vampire Kills Than Any Other Vampire Executioner In The Country-was Dating A Vampire. It Was Poetically Ironic.