Patricia Briggs quotes:

He'd woken up after flying from Boston to Montana to find his da cooking breakfast for them: sausage and pancakes shaped like deer. It wasn't just any deer, either - they looked like Bambi from the disney cartoon. Charles didn't want to know how his father had managed that

Never trust a mechanic who drives new cars. They're either charging too much money for their work, or they can't keep an old car running - maybe both.

Happiness is German engineering, Italian cooking, and Belgian chocolate.

I feel like I'm lost in an anime movie" I said, as Coyote picked the thing up. "One of the tentacle-monster ones." Most of them were X-rated and ended up with a lot of dead people.

He left the key in the ignition. No one was likely to come up here and steal the truck- and if anyone did... well, he could deal with Charles

Anna followed, keeping a sharp eye out for things he might back into or over. She wondered if Isaac did this all the time-and, if so, how he avoided getting photos in the paper with captions like "Local Alpha Trips Over Child" or "Wolf Versus Street Sign, Street Sign Wins.

Read good books. Read bad books - and figure out why you don't like them. Then don't do it when you write. If you are a science fiction or fantasy writer, going to conventions and attending panels is very useful.

So in the sweltering heat of a July night, I sang a Christmas carol to a room full of fae, who had been driven out of their homelands by Christians and their cold-iron swords.

The cool thing about writing is that there is really never a typical day. Sometimes I get a rhythm going and head off to work every morning and come home at night. Sometimes I'll write for two days straight and then be utterly blank for the next two.

Bran was the only person I knew who could use words like "blackguard" and make them sound like swear words-but then he could have said "bunny rabbit" in that tone of voice and weaken my spine with the same shiver of fear.

I am not attempting to preserve culture, or record actual events or stories. Instead I bow my head in gratitude to those storytellers who have gone before and paved a way for me play in their stomping grounds. Doubtless those who want to be offended, will - allowing me to make them happy, too, which pleases me as much as it pleases them.

I've been a storyteller all my life. When I was in high school, I used to amuse myself by driving through the woods at night and see how long it would be before I scared the pants off my friends - and if I could do it before I scared myself.

Mercy," said my mother thoughtfully, "you never told me your werewolf neighbor was quite that hot.

I don't break; I bounce.

I could hear him laughing. Son of a bit*h. I would kill him. I didn't care if he was coyote or the son of Satan.He was a dead man walking.

Leslie had learned two valuable things about the fae that day. They were powerful and charming -- and they ate children and puppies.

For the traditional fantasies, a lot more of my research comes from reading rather than doing. I like my worlds to feel real, so I do a lot of world building research.

Historically, war has often been used as a distraction for problems at home.

Taking out werewolves, I gather and surmise, is akin to taking out a SEAL team.

It is the way of mortals. They fling themselves at life and emerge broken.

You'd tell the world what your best friend wore to sleep if you thought it made a good enough story.

Baking is like washing--the results are equally temporary.

Wolves eat coyotes," Gordon said[...] If he weren't an old man, I had some rude things I could have said to that. "Yes," observed Adam blandly. "I do." Yep. That was the one that came to mind. And he didn't even blush when he said it. Maybe Gordon would miss the double entendre. But he grinned cheerfully at Adam.

Usually the people I do know are sufficient to spawn any number of nightmares without inventing any.

I thought you were dead. Stupid. As if I'd die without taking you with me.

His brother maintained that what sent people backing away was neither his size nor his mother's blood, but solely the expression on his face. To test Samuel's theory, Charles had tried smiling - and then solemnly reported to Samuel that he had been mistaken. When Charles smiled, he told Samuel, people just ran faster.

I was talking cannibalism, not romance.

She was on the far side, leaving two cold feet of mattress between them. He knew that she'd fall asleep like that... and then gradually move over until she was plastered against him. Then he could go to sleep, too.

Then he'd come back home and found out that war didn't cause fear- love did.

That's a pretty lame superhero name," I told him."Scooby-Doo is already taken," he said with dignity"Anything else sounds lame in comparison.

It Wasn't Hard To Follow The Scent Of Blood To The Living Room Where The Fae Had Been Killed. It Had Been A Violent Death, Perfect For Creating Ghosts.

And thus Charles found himself wandering around a hotel, trailing federal agents as he held a cardboard coffee cup holder in each hand, instead of out killing misbehaving werewolves.

MS. THOMPSON, it said in heavy block letters, PLEASE KEEP YOUR FELINE OFF MY PROPERTY. IF I SEE IT AGAIN, I WILL EAT IT.

One of the oddest things about being grown-up was looking back at something you thought you knew and finding out the truth of it was completely different from what you had always believed. (Bone Crossed)

Do they always flirt with biblical quotes?" Asil asked Tad. In long-suffering tones, Tad said, "They can flirt with the periodic table or a restaurant menu. We've learned to live with it. Get a room you guys.

Bran was stripping her futon down to the bare mattress when she entered her apartment. It was sort of like watching the president mowing the White House lawn or taking out the trash.

Hard truths can be dealt with, triumphed over, but lies will destroy your soul.

Werewolf games,' Mercy said solemnly, 'play for keeps, or go home.' She was so cute sometimes it made Adam's heart hurt.

Are we going to Portland?" I asked. "Or Multnomah Falls?" He smiled at me. "Go to sleep." I waited three seconds. "Are we there yet?" His smile widened, and the last of the usual tension melted from his face. For a smile like that, I'd...do anything.

I hope this means you'll quit asking me to kill you. It gives me indigestion.

Knowing someone desires you is the greatest aphrodisiac

His voice was soft and sweet as molasses; but my mother once told me that you had to trust that the first thing out of a person's mouth was truth. After they have a chance to think about it, they'll change what they say to be more socially acceptable, something they think you'll be happier with, something that will get the results they want.

Yes, well," said his da with a hint of a grow that told him just how worried Bran had been about him, "that'll teach you to dodge a bit quicker next time." "Sorry," he apologized meekly as he sat in the passenger seat. "Good," said Bran, shutting the door gently. "Don't let it happen again." -Bran and Charles

You will eat this and go to sleep, so your pronouns get their antecedents back.

Women are the bloodthirsty sex, said Ric sadlyWe get the reputation, but it is only because the women stand behind us, and say, 'Kill it. Squish it.

I suppose we must work on being gracious and grateful until we can do for ourselves. Someday the wheel of fate will put us in a position to be of use to them, and we will remember how much easier it is to give help than it is to accept it.

Illegitimis nil carborundum.

Asil has appointed himself my guardian? asked Charles softly. Asil was overstepping himselfHe was bored, he told me, said his father. He gave Charles a small smileI have given him a job so he doesn't get bored again.

He didn't say anything more, just waited for me to tell him what I'd been thinking. It was pure speculation, and I was opening myself up to ridicule by saying anything at all. I sat on the stool and realized that I had my loyalties, too.

Let's save tomorrow's troubles for tomorrow.

She crawled on top of him, naked and warm and soft, smelling like a miracle that had saved him from a lifetime of aloneness.

Dragons and legends...It would have been difficult for any man not to want to fight beside a dragon.

You have to acknowledge evil, or you give it too much power over you.

What would a racist call werewolves? Wargs? She kind of liked that one, but suspected that racist bastards didn't read Tolkien.

Sometimes I think I live more closely to the past than the present.

Identity was partly heritage, partly upbringing, but mostly the choices you make in life. ~ Bran

I used my history degree about twice a year whether I needed to or not.

Survivors can't always choose their methods.

He was like Superman, but with fangs and oddly impaired morals.

Yes,' he said sincerely. 'Such a one deserves peanut butter on the seat of his pants.

Then Walter died as he lived, he told his mate. A hero, a soldier, and a survivor who chose to protect what was precious to him. I don't think, if you could ask him, that he would have any regrets.

Damn it" I said "I don't suppose you have any ideas on how to kill Littleton" He smiled at me, his teeth very white in the darkness of his face "Eat him" he said.

Food was good, company better, and if I had been a cat, I'd have preferred.

I don't like lies," said Bran, and I knew I'd failed to keep the pain of his revelation from my face. "Not even lies of omission. Hard truths can be dealt with, triumphed over, but lies will destroy your soul.

I was too busy fighting the river to worry about adjusting my beliefs in accordance to reality.

I am the reality of all coyotes. The archetype. The epitome. You are just a reflection of me.

Knowledge is a better weapon than a sword.

I don't like it when I outweigh my men.

Adam didn't approve of Wal-Mart.

I didn't like anyone except me having their hands all over him. There had been possession in Wolf's touch, and Adam belonged to me.

It was complicated. I understood it, mostly, but I had to think a little sideways to do it.

Such a small thing to cause so much trouble.

Nothing says you're sorry like a dead bunny.

Trouble seems to follow me around, waiting to club me with a tire iron.

Some truths are truths, no matter who says them.

I can't protect you from knowledge.

A king who trusts no man is weak.

Now, I'm not very vain. If I'd ever been, making my living covered in various grease and dirt mixtures would have cured me quickly. Still, I wasn't up to facing two sexy men when I had one eye swollen mostly shut and half of my face black and blue.

I'm a coyote shapeshifter playing in a world of werewolves and vampires---outmatched is n understatement.

Some people are like Slinkies.They aren't really good for anything, but they still bring a smile to my face when I push them down a flight of stairs.

No-pocket jeans are only slightly less irritating than thong underwear.

My mother was a children's librarian. I remember when traditional stories were revised for modern audiences until they bore only a nodding acquaintance with the originals, but were released as 'authentic Indian stories' when they were, in fact, nothing of the kind.

The conflict between the creatures of Native Lore and the immigration of the European preternatural hosts is hinted at in 'Blood Bound' and reflects the conflicts between the human immigrants and the Indian people who were already here.

A dominant wolf's desire to protect was a strong instinct- Samuel was very dominant. Give him an inch, and he's take over the world- my life, if I let him. Mercy

A man learns with age, if he is lucky.

A man says a lot of things in summer he doesn't mean in winter.

A man who will risk nothing for love is not a man

A man's immortality can be found in his children.

A stupid ruler is much more of a problem than an insane one.

A werewolf tossed me against a giant packing crate while I was trying to rescue a frightened young girl who'd been kidnapped by an evil witch and a drug lord.

Adam swore harshly. "New werewolves are dangerous, woman. Especially when they are cold and hungry." He looked at Mac, and his voice changed completely, the heat and anger gone, "Mercy, come here." I didn't look down to see what he'd noticed in Mac's face. I took a step, but Mac was wrapped around my left leg. I stopped before I fell. "Uhm. I'm a little stuck for the moment.

After I shut the door behind me, I heard Darryl say "of course eating him would work too.

All life is rife with possibilities. Seeds have possibilities, but all their tomorrows are caught by the patterning of their life cycle. Animals have possibilities that are greater than that of a fir tree or a blade of grass. Still, though, for most animals, the pattern of instinct, the patterns of their lives, are very strong. Humanity has a far greater range of possibilities, especially the very young. Who will children grow up to be? Who will they marry, what will they believe, what will they create? Creation is a very powerful seed of possibility.

Americans in particular are oddly innocent in their faith that science holds explanations for everything.

And that's when Anna realized that what the wolf had been asking Bran for was death. Impulsively, Anna stepped away from Charles. She put a knee on the bench she'd been sitting on and reached over the back to close her hand on Asil's wrist, which was lying across the back of the pew. He hissed in shock but didn't pull away. As she held him the scent of wilderness, of sickness, faded. He stared at her, the whites of his eyes showing brightly while his irises narrowed to small bands around his black pupil. "Omega," he whispered, his breath coming harshly.

Anger is stupid, and stupidity will kill you more surely than your opponent's blade.

Anna looked at Brother Wolf. â??I'd like to see someone try to put a radio control collar on Charles. It might be fun to watch on YouTube.

Anna: â??I thought Indians built fires with fiction.? Charles: â??I can do that, but I'd like to eat sometime in the next day or so. Sterno and Bic are much faster.

Any idiot can put up a website.

Apparently deciding Charles's brief introduction wasn't good enough, his brother reintroduced himself. â??Dr. Samuel Cornick, elder brother and tormentor. Very nice to meet you, Annaâ??

Are you done yet?' Issac called Charles tilted his head back and called back, 'I suppose that's why they call you the five minute wonder.' Anna could feel her eyes round and her mouth drop open 'I cant believe you just said that' She paused and reconsidered. 'I am so telling Samuel you said that.' Charles smiled. kissed her gently, and said 'Samuel won't believe you.

Asil has appointed himself my guardian?" asked Charles softly. Asil was overstepping himself. "He was bored, he told me," said his father. He gave Charles a small smile. "I have given him a job so he doesn't get bored again.

Asil left Bran alone with his thoughts then, because if he stayed, Bran would argue with him. This way, Bran would have no one to argue with but himself. And Asil had always credited Bran with the ability to be persuasive.

Being a martyr is highly overrated.

But that was the trouble with ancient artifacts - no one really knew what they did.

But you can't marry someone to fix him, even if you love them.

Charles could care less about shoes - and he suspected he wasn't alone among men in his feelings. Shoe, no shoe, he didn't care. Naked was good, though over the past couple of weeks he was beginning to think that dressed in his clothes was a decent second best.

Charles looked at her thoughtfully. "People talk to you," he said. "That could be useful.

Charles preferred his deer to taste like meat and his pancakes to look like pancakes. Brother Wolf thought he was too picky. Brother Wolf was probably right.

Cheeses crusty, got all musty, got damp on the stone of a peach.

Christmas garland and a rock?" he said, a smile in his voice."Why not an ornament?" "Wolves aren't fragile," I told him. "And they're... stubbon and hard to move

Civilization is vastly overrated.