Top 450 Laurell K. Hamilton Quotes (2026 Update)
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351. “No, really, Ronnie, it’s good to share information when you know someone else is dating the lunarly challenged.”

— Laurell K. Hamilton

352. “They say not to look back, but if you’re not sure what lies ahead, what else is there but looking back?”

— Laurell K. Hamilton

353. “I’ve lost track of the number of people who want to be writers but never actually write anything. Talking about writing, dreaming about writing, can be very fun, but it won’t get a book written. You’ve got to write.”

— Laurell K. Hamilton

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354. “My least favorite thing was a man who had severe white-man’s ass, where the jeans just bagged over the butt. I wanted something to hold on to, something to sink my teeth into. When I said I liked meat on my men I didn’t just mean one thing.”

— Laurell K. Hamilton

355. “I will go to my grave seeing the look on your face at the last. Keep it up and you’ll go sooner than later.”

— Laurell K. Hamilton

356. “This had been a bad section of town before the Circus moved in and brought in money, which attracted other businesses. The area had been gentrified not because of some government interference, but by good old-fashioned capitalism, which was one of Jean-Claude’s favorite things.”

— Laurell K. Hamilton

357. “Still it might be nice, once in a while, not to have to choose between evils. Just once, couldn’t I choose the lesser good?”

— Laurell K. Hamilton

358. “If I wasn’t dead already, I’d said I was having a heart attack.”

— Laurell K. Hamilton

359. “And perhaps, because I liked you.” His laughter was bitter, like broken glass.”

— Laurell K. Hamilton

360. “If I wanted death, Edward would give it to me. Because we both understand that it isn’t death that we fear. It’s living.”

— Laurell K. Hamilton

361. “An atheist waving a cross at a vampire was a truly pitiful sight.”

— Laurell K. Hamilton

362. “What does it mean when the monsters are so afraid of you that you make them cry? That maybe monster depends on which end of the gun your on, or that I was just that good at my job.”

— Laurell K. Hamilton

363. “I really wish the “normal” people would leave us freaks alone and stop trying to save us. We get by, we take care of each other, and the people who cost the freaks their jobs didn’t give them employment, or a place to stay, or a family to be a part of; they just destroyed their world and felt morally superior for doing it.”

— Laurell K. Hamilton

364. “I could only handle a zillion problems at a time. A zillion and one was beyond me.”

— Laurell K. Hamilton

365. “My boyfriends are all more romantic than I am, and so are my lovers.”

— Laurell K. Hamilton

366. “Grimes believed in what he did, with no doubts. Though he was older than me by over a decade, I suddenly felt old. Some things mark your soul, not in years but in blood and pain and selling off parts of yourself to get the bad guys, until you finally look in the mirror and aren’t sure which side you’re on anymore. There comes a point when having a badge doesn’t make you the good guy, it just makes you one of the guys. I needed to be one of the good guys, or what the hell was I doing?”

— Laurell K. Hamilton

367. “I just don’t believe in helping people who are going to torture me. Though I don’t see any bamboo slivers. How can you possibly torture someone without bamboo slivers?”

— Laurell K. Hamilton

368. “If people would write exactly what I wanted to read I wouldn’t feel so compelled to write myself.”

— Laurell K. Hamilton

369. “Some of the most deeply moral people I knew were least politically correct, because they actually worried about good and evil, not just what they were told was good or bad.”

— Laurell K. Hamilton

370. “Memphis and I both looked at Olaf, as if he’d spoken in tongues. I think neither of us had expected anything useful from the corpse fondling. Damn.”

— Laurell K. Hamilton

371. “Since you won’t give me your names I’ll call you Thing One and Thing Two.”

— Laurell K. Hamilton

372. “Can you truly love anyone if you do not first love yourself? If you hate yourself, can you love anyone else? If you do not accept all of who you are, can you accept anyone else? Hard questions. It remains to be seen whether I get any answers, hard, or otherwise.”

— Laurell K. Hamilton

373. “Put some make-up on me and I look not unlike a china doll. Put me in a puffy pink dress and I look delicate, dainty, petite. Dammit.”

— Laurell K. Hamilton

374. “Sometimes it’s not the optimist you need, but another pessimist to walk beside you.”

— Laurell K. Hamilton

375. “I hated missing the end of anything. I was always convinced that the bit I’d miss would be the best part.”

— Laurell K. Hamilton

376. “I knew you were powerful, ruthless, and pretty, but that you have a mind and a heart besides is going to take some getting used to.” “Does everyone pretty much think I’m just a sociopath who happens to have magical abilities?” “It’s all you let people see,” he said, “until now.”

— Laurell K. Hamilton

377. “They be crazier than we are.”

— Laurell K. Hamilton

378. “If you’re dressed for my funeral, it’s too casual. If it’s just street clothes, then you must be scaring the tourists.”

— Laurell K. Hamilton

379. “I know who and what I am. I am the Executioner, and I don’t date vampires. I kill them.”

— Laurell K. Hamilton

380. “You saved me because you could not bear the thought of leaving me behind.” He touched my face, very gently. “Not from a sense of right and wrong, but because you are just that tenderhearted.”

— Laurell K. Hamilton

381. “Because all bad little vampires see me in the end.”

— Laurell K. Hamilton

382. “Oh, no, a leopard blew up and plastered itself all over everything, but hey, animal print was in this year.”

— Laurell K. Hamilton

383. “There are only two kinds of vampire hunters: good ones and dead ones.”

— Laurell K. Hamilton

384. “I’d worked my share of serial killer cases, but none of the killers had ever mailed me a human head. That was new.”

— Laurell K. Hamilton

385. “Edward smiled, I smiled, even Bernardo smiled. Olaf just looked sinister.”

— Laurell K. Hamilton

386. “If I’d been easily discouraged, I could have been a one-hit wonder.”

— Laurell K. Hamilton

387. “No one had said anything, or even lifted an eyebrow at me; sometimes it’s just the inside of your own head that is the problem.”

— Laurell K. Hamilton

388. “I hate to shop. I consider it one of life’s necessary evils, like brussels sprouts and high-heeled shoes.”

— Laurell K. Hamilton

389. “Graves are for the living, not the dead.”

— Laurell K. Hamilton

390. “I try not to worry about rewriting books that worked well the first time. I’m too busy writing new books to worry about things that are already in print.”

— Laurell K. Hamilton

391. “So many wonderful books to write, and not enough hours in the day. An embarrassment of riches.”

— Laurell K. Hamilton

392. “If what I felt had been an actual wound, I’d have been bleeding to death.”

— Laurell K. Hamilton

393. “I didn’t say anything because I didn’t have anything good to say. Just lately I had noticed that I could kill people and not blink. No attack of conscience, no nightmares, nothing. It was like some part of me had turned off. It didn’t bother me that I was able to kill so easily. It did bother me that it didn’t bother me. But it had its uses, like tonight. I think every last furry one of them had believed I’d do it. Sometimes, it was good to be scary.”

— Laurell K. Hamilton

394. “It is not where you begin, or what gifts you begin with, but what you do with them that matters in the end.”

— Laurell K. Hamilton

395. “He looked a little surprised, as if he’d expected an argument. But I was all out of argument tonight. He could have the bed. I’d take the couch. What could be more innocent? Biker Nuns from Hell, but besides that.”

— Laurell K. Hamilton

396. “Nill illigitamus carborundum.”

— Laurell K. Hamilton

397. “Ms. Harrison paled so that the makeup floated on her suddenly pale skin like impressionist water lilies.”

— Laurell K. Hamilton

398. “I spent the next fifteen minutes convincing a crying werewolf that I wasn’t going to hurt her. My life was getting too strange, even for me.”

— Laurell K. Hamilton

399. “I took a fresh mug of coffee. Grilling grieving families always goes down better with caffeine.”

— Laurell K. Hamilton

400. “I was new and didn’t realize that brand new writers are treated like light bulbs; when one burns out, you can always buy more, screw the next one in, and it lights up just as bright. No, I am not being too harsh about how publishing treats new writers. If anything I’m toning it down. Sorry, for all you aspiring authors out there, but truth is truth, it is a hard business. Shine up the armor around your ego, harden your heart, keep your head down, and write.”

— Laurell K. Hamilton