Marissa

“He ordered food with a childlike glee and watched me eat, tasting it as I did. In private he'd roll on his back like a cat, hands pressed to his mouth as if trying to drain every taste. It was the only thing he did that was cute. He was gorgeous, sensual, but rarely cute.
- Anita Blake about Jean-Claude”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Burnt Offerings

“Time is a drug. Too much of it kills you.”
― Terry Pratchett, Small Gods

“You are an irritating son of a bitch.”
“Ah, ma petite, how can I resist you when you whisper such sweet endearments to me?”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Bloody Bones

“You're up to something," I said.
He turned, eyes wide, long fingers pressed to his heart. "Moi?"
"Yeah, you,”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Bloody Bones