Laurell K. Hamilton Quotes

My protagonists have problems that a new pair of shoes won't solve. Retail therapy is not a bad thing, but it's not going to fix their lives.

What's interesting about a person without problems?

Sex problems never are, they are troubles of the heart.

I go through ups and downs just like everyone does.

There's an image that my mother saved my father in 1968 and everything was a bed of roses after that. And that just wasn't true. There were as many struggles in the 1980s and the 1990s as there were in the 1960s.

I think we're all a little bit caught up in the drama inside our own heads.

There are such wonderful blessings in my life - I have this amazing baby, an amazing family, and I loved X Factor - all these moments of joy, and then these sharp drop-offs. I'd be awake, lying in bed, crying. There's these weird moments of misplaced anger I have.

Sometimes there are ups and downs to deal with.

I've had a pretty chequered past, you know, as a kid, as a troubled kid.

I got issues. Boy, have I got issues.

It would probably be very sensible to be in love with someone who was not in the arts and who wasn't so prone to ups and downs. When I think of people who aren't in the arts, I immediately think of politicians for some reason, and I would never want to be with a politician.

It was troubling that one of the few people she trusted was a man she spent so much time avoiding

Fixing bars is easy. Fixing people is tough.

It was the first time that we had sort of articulated our major problem. She wanted to die and I wanted her to live and we were enemies who loved each other.

O, let him pass. He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.

Business is good right now, but now my personal life is a disaster.

Either in conflict with others or in harmony with them, we go through life like a runaway horse, unable to stop.

(Such a life)engaged gross quantities of hope and despair and set them wildly side by side, like a Third World country of the heart.

All our life passes in this way: we seek rest by struggling against certain obstacles, and once they are overcome, rest proves intolerable because of the boredom it produces.

I loved work and I loved pouring myself into the work, you know. It was the real life that I had trouble with.

I'm having bigger problems when I'm writing.

I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt; I fear; I think strange things, which I dare not confess to my own soul. God keep me, if only for the sake of those dear to me!

If I wrote a book, I had to be willing at least to talk about some of my struggles, whether in my personal life, health crises, or the deaths of my parents, because there can too easily be a perception of me that my life just went from A to Z uninterrupted, without any ups and downs, and that's not a fair representation.

Lovers are commonly industrious to make themselves uneasy.

I'm wired with a little bit of self-loathing, not that kind of self-loathing that paralyzes me, but it's there. The things I'm most loved for are sometimes the things that annoy me, not my favorite stuff, but those flashes of genius moments, they're called, I rarely see them as a one eureka light bulb idea.