I don’t know where dreams come from. Sometimes I wonder if they’re genetic memories, or messages from something divine. Warnings, perhaps. Maybe we do come with an instruction booklet, but we’re too dense to read it, because we’ve dismissed it as the irrational waste product of the ‘rational’ mind. Sometimes I think all the answers we need are buried in our slumbering subconscious, in the dreams. The booklet right there, and every night when we lay our heads down on the pillow it flips open. The wise read it, heed it. The rest of us try as hard as we can upon awakening to forget any disturbing revelations we might have found there.

— Karen Marie Moning

If I entered a tropical beach, would I end up in Nazi Germany with my highly inconvenient black hair?

— Karen Marie Moning

I have found there to be little distance between the unlatching of a chain and the spreading of a woman’s legs. As if they can never unbar only a single entrance. It’s a disease called hope. Women suffer from it greatly.

— Karen Marie Moning

I have studied humans for a small eternity. Intent infuses their every movement. Road maps to their inner navigation, plastered all over their skin. Born to be slaves.

— Karen Marie Moning

I kept it to remind me that although there is evil, there is sometimes beauty and light. You, Jillian. You were always my light.

— Karen Marie Moning

I lay my head on his chest and listen to his heart beating, solid and sure.....he reads me so well. He's known about my emotional empathy since we were children. Nothing disturbs him... Few can lie to me... I don't know the truth, only that there is a lie. It takes a scrupulously honest man to love me. That's my Sean. We learned to trust each other completely before we were old enough to have learned suspicion.

— Karen Marie Moning

I like sex for breakfast, kid. I eat early and often.

— Karen Marie Moning

I looked from one to the other, and realized that Barron's and my dad were having one of those wordless conversations he and I have from time to time. Though the language was, by nature, foreign to me, I grew up in the Deep South where a man’s ego is roughly the size of his pickup truck, and women get an early and interesting education in the not-so-subtle roar of testosterone.

— Karen Marie Moning

I love books, by the way, way more than movies. Movies tell you what to think. A good book lets you choose a few thoughts for yourself.

— Karen Marie Moning

I love books, by the way, way more than movies. Movies tell you what to think. A good book lets you choose a few thoughts for yourself. Movies show you the pink house. A good book tells you there's a pink house and lets you paint some of the finishing touches, maybe choose the roof style, park your own car out front. My imagination has always topped anything a movie could come up with. Case in point, those darned Harry Potter movies. That was so not what that part-Vela-chick, Fleur Delacruz, looked like.

— Karen Marie Moning