And I’m not spying! I’m evaluating!”“It’s the same difference!

— Kim Harrison

And then there are the rare ones who know love, who understand it. Who freely give of themselves, demanding only a return of that love, that trust.

— Kim Harrison

Arms wrapped around me, I looked over the past boxed up and piled haphazardly about, like memories in a person’s brain. It was only a matter of knowing where a thought was and dusting it off.

— Kim Harrison

As my hand found his, bitter salt tears spilled from my eyes, in sorrow and pain and regret that I had so utterly failed him.

— Kim Harrison

A witch, a vampire, and a pity walk into a bar, I thought as I led the way into the Squirrel’s End. It was early, and the sun had yet to set when the door swung shut behind Jens, sealing us in the warm air smelling faintly of smoke. Immediately Nick yanked it open to come in behind us. And there’s the punch line.

— Kim Harrison

Big lots,' I said, seeing the eighty-year-old oaks and shady lawns. The houses were set way back and had iron fences and stone drives. The harder to hear your neighbors scream, my dear,' was David’s answer, and I sent my head up and down in agreement.

— Kim Harrison

Bug? You sack of sweat stink. I've got farts that smell sweeter than you. Think you're better than I? Poop ice cream cones, do you? Call me a bug! Rachel, let me do him now.

— Kim Harrison

But a slow, deeply satisfied smile came over him, and his breath quickened. 'So softly it starts,' he whispered. 'Foolishly clever and with an unsurvivable trust. It just saved your miserable life, that questionable show of thought, my itchy-witch.' Al’s smile shifted, becoming lighter. 'And now you will live to possibly regret it.

— Kim Harrison

Chub, rhymes with booby, which you don't have, or doodle, which your face looks like," she said smugly, leaning back and making her chair squeak.

— Kim Harrison

Emoji stopped, turned, and nailed him with her glare. “Because she’s making this one piece all she’ll ever need to show the world who she is instead of coloring her body with random images and needing thirty expressions to show her soul.

— Kim Harrison