Deedee

“Derek caught my arm again as I started to move--at this rate, it was going to be as sore as my injured one.
"Dog," he said, jerking his chin toward the fenced yard. "It was inside earlier."
Expecting to see a Doberman slavering at the fence, I followed his gaze to a little puff of white fur, the kind of dog women stick in their purses. It wasn't even barking, just staring at us, dancing in place.
"Oh, my God! It's a killer Pomeranian." I glanced up at Derek. "It's a tough call, but I think you can take him.”
― Kelley Armstrong, The Awakening

“If there's a book that you want to read, but it hasn't been written yet, then you must write it.”
― Toni Morrison

“You forget, darling.
I am the local psychopath.”
― Kelley Armstrong, Bitten

“Ah, good taste! What a dreadful thing! Taste is the enemy of creativeness.”
― Pablo Picasso