I love books, they're in my blood.

— Karen Marie Moning

I'm the one who will always watch over you. Always be there to fuck you back to your senses when you need it, the one who will never let you die. I pull my shirt over my head and kick off my shoes. "What more could a woman ask?

— Karen Marie Moning

I must be dreaming. Bring that sweet ass over here, and I'll show you what God made women and well-hung Scotsmen for.

— Karen Marie Moning

In my experience, anybody besides your mom that feeds you is going to want something in exchange for it.

— Karen Marie Moning

I return my attention to the situation at hand and realize Reality—the impatient bitch—has made my decision for me. She does that a lot. You get busy planning your life, then it has the nerve to just go ahead and happen to you before you’re ready. Before you even get the chance to aim yourself right!

— Karen Marie Moning

I said breathe. Not do a fish-out of-water imitation.

— Karen Marie Moning

Is anyone who's supposed to be dead actually dead?

— Karen Marie Moning

I see how he feels about his world and I want to be one of the parts he prizes. I want to be worth fighting for. Worth the same kind of effort he puts into the things that matter to him. Like Dani.”" I don’t tell her any human matters to the boss like Dani.

— Karen Marie Moning

I smack myself in the forehead. “Holy priceless collection of Etruscan snoods, they’re not moving!” I exclaim. There’s a choking noise over my head somewhere. “Etruscan snoods?” I glow quietly inside. Some accomplishments mean more than others. I am officially the Shit. Now and forever. “Dude, watch your question marks. I just pried one out of you.” “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” “Admit it, you lost your eternal pecking composure.” “You have an obsession with a delusion about how I end my sentences. What the fuck are Etruscan snoods?” “Dunno. It’s just another of Robin’s sayings. Like, ‘Holy strawberries, Batman, we’re in a jam!’ ” “Strawberries.” “Or, ‘Holy Kleenex, Batman, it was right under our nose, and we blew it!’

— Karen Marie Moning

I think sex with him might undo my essential cellular cohesion.

— Karen Marie Moning