Jade

“People talk of sorrow as if it is soft, a thing of water and tears. But true sorrow is not soft. True sorrow is a thing of fire, and rock. It burns your heart, crushes your soul under the weight of mountains. It destroys, and even if you keep breathing, keep going, you die. The person you were moments ago dies... Gone. Everything solid, everything real, is gone. It doesn't come back. The world is forever fractured, so that you walk on the crust of an earth where you can always feel the heat under you, the press of lava, that is so hot it can burn flesh, melt bone, and the very air is poisonous. To survive, you swallow the heat. To keep from falling through and dying for real, you swallow all that hate. You push it down inside you, into that fresh grave that is all that is left of what you thought the world would be.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Blood Noir

“Your heart is not a wound to be poked at to see if the scab is ready to come off. You can be healed of that very old pain, if you’ll just let it happen. (Marianne)”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Incubus Dreams

“Sex was never as neat as the movies made it. Real sex was messy. Good sex was messier.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Blue Moon

“Hope will lie to you, but lust is what it is; it never lies.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Flirt