Charlaine Harris Quotes

I'm always shocked when people feel threatened by me.

Terror works by surprise.

One single word and I swear I’ll rip your tongue out. (Zephyra)

Remind me," he paused, drawing in a stuttered gasp, "to never piss you off again. Christ, are you secretly a ninja?

You’re a thug. Now get out of here and keep away.

Terrorism always has the advantage of surprise.

Shoot you coward, you’re going to kill a man.

I never thought they would come

The silence of a room when someone enters with a gun is very different from the sound that room makes when empty.

One time, I was literally stopped on the street, literally and physically whipped around by this guy who looked at my face and was like, 'Are you Felix?' I looked very different then. I was like, 'Yah... Oh, yah!' I was stunned and slightly frightened.

I wouldn't like to meet Daniel Craig on a dark night if I'd said anything bad about him.

Thinking of the dismissal by Leicester, the first thing that comes to mind is a sense of surprise even more than of bitterness.

The best way to get somebody's attention is with a little quiet, and then yell at 'em.

And do I look like the kind of man that can be intimidated?" barked Uncle Vernon. "Well..." said Moody, pushing back his bowler hat to reveal his sinisterly revolving eye. Uncle Vernon lept backward in horror and collided painfully with a luggage trolley. "Yes, I'd have to say you do, Dursley.

And in turn I'm hostile guess you could call me anti-social. Niggaz shakin like they caught the holy ghost when I approach em.

Listen carefully. I'd crush you like a bug for causing my wife one single moment of pain. Believe it. Fear it.

Yeah, that's right. Flee in terror, bitches!

The man doesn’t want me messing with it and, no offense, I wouldn’t anger him. I’ve seen what he can do and it’s the stuff horror movies are made of. Body part flailing, blood. Lots of blood and torture. (Berith)

I take a few breaths to calm myself, step back, and lift Buttercup by the scruff of the neck. "I should've drowned you when I had the chance." His ears flatten and he raises a paw. I hiss before he gets a chance, which seems to annoy him a little, since he considers hissing his own personal sound of contempt.

There is nothing to fear from someone who shouts.

Fear, she's the mother of violence.

I didn’t know what I was supposed to say about that, so I just said, "Wow

I'm even afraid to lay down with you at night, because when you go to bed at night, mean woman, you got an ice pick in your hand.

I couldn't believe it. It was unbelievable, that's why. My face was like a frozen fish finger. All rigid and pale. (But obviously not with breadcrumbs on it.)

Sutton's dead. Tell no one. Keep playing along... or you're next.