Blake's 7 Quotes

Never trust people who smile constantly. They're either selling something or not very bright.

Life's a bitch,” I said. “And then you die,” Larry finished for me.

I will bathe in your warmth ma petite. Roll you around me until my heart beats only for you. My breath will grow warm from your kiss.

Questions are great, but only if you know the answers. If you ask questions and the answers surprise you, you look silly.

When you apologize, try not to smile at the same time. It ruins the effect

He balled his hand into a fist. "You are such a bitch." "Woof, woof," I said.

Mercy will get you killed, but sometimes it's all that makes us human.

Asher was a vampire. How much more dangerous could he be with a gun? But I couldn't do it. "Let me test my understanding. Is Asher going to ride in the car with us to the meeting?" I must to give you directions," Asher said. Then lean against the Jeep." He frowned at me in an amused, condescending sort of way. Excuse me?" I don't care if you're the second coming of the Antichrist, you can't sit behind me in my own car until I know you're not carrying a weapon." Asher smiled briliantly at both of us, flashing fang. ...I could rip you into pieces with my bare hands, and you're worried I have a gun?" He chuckled, a low, skin-prickling sound. "That is so very cute.

So just tell me what you like on the menu, and we'll negotiate." All that is required is that you taste what is ordered. You do not have to eat it." No, no more of this tasting shit. I've gained weight. I never gain weight." You have gained four pounds, so I am told. Though I have searched diligently for this phantom four pounds and cannot find them. It brings your weight up to a grand total of one hundred and ten pounds, correct?" That's right." Oh, ma petite, you are growing gargantuan." I looked at him, and it was not a friendly look.

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

She was going to be pissed when I showed up in the bar tonight, but Bo and Blake were never going to touch her again. Ever.

Oh, ma petite, you are growing gargantuan." I looked at him and it was not a friendly look. "Never tease a woman about her weight, Jean-Claude. At least not an American twentieth-century one." He Spread his hands wide. "My deepest apologies." "When you apologize, try not to smile at the same time. It ruins the effect.

I'm not sure there are enough white roses in the world to make me forget Richard." I held up my hand before she could interrupt. "But I'm not sure there are enough cozy afternoons in all eternity to make me forget Jean-Claude.

Nothing is certain, ma petite, not even death." - Jean-Claude

Je rêve de toi.

Every time I thought I understood the rules, they changed. Why was it that the damn rules always seemed to change for the worse?

It's not the fur or the fangs that make you a monster, not always. Sometimes, it's just where you draw the line.

She looked up at me, eyes puffy, nose running. Real crying is like real sex. If you really do it, it isn't pretty.

we’re all creatures of light and darkness. Embracing your darkness won’t kill the light. Goodness is stronger than that.

I take it that was an argument between your conscience and your penis, and your penis seems to have won.

Ian slapped him on the shoulder and smiled. “That’s because your dick is in charge and your dick is stupid. It’s so fucking good to know. You’re always so stoic and intellectual and shit. It’s good to know deep down your dick is as stupid as the rest of ours. Hey, Jesse. We’re following Simon’s cock so we’re all going to die.

Thank you." Ian's eyes narrowed. "Why?" "For being good to my sister and to me. Thank you, Ian." She walked right up and put her arms around him. "What the hell do I do, Charlie?" Ian asked, his arms at his side. "You hug her back, asshole. She used your name and everything. You hug her. Now.

What happened exactly?’ ‘Somebody called Avon happened.

Citizens need the protection of Congress; the manufacturers of dangerous products do not! Why isn’t the 7thAmendment as important to our elected officials or citizens as the 2nd Amendment? What is wrong with these people? Zack fumes over another example of what Charlie Barnes calls constitutional hypocrisy.

Is he your only child? I asked, "my only son" padma said. "My condolences" I said....Anita Blake

A guttural voice called out, ‘Lay down your arms and live, or die where you stand. The choice is yours.

When I say I love you, I mean you’re my safe place, and don’t think I take that lightly. Don’t think it will always be easy sailing.

I’m still being hugged and I didn’t do anything wrong,” Ian complained. Her brother-in-law was always going to be an asshole. And she wouldn’t change that either.

William Blake:   He who binds to himself a Joy, Does the winged life destroy; He who kisses the Joy as it flies, Lives in Eternity’s sunrise.7

For all her big brain, she reacts to things without thinking. If it involves an emotion, she goes on instinct and her instincts are shitty.

Why is it always the self-righteous pricks who turn out to be complete perverts? You know it gives the rest of us a bad name. Own your perversion, dude.

When I get you alone, you’re getting the spanking of a lifetime,” he said under his breath. “Do you understand?” He sounded really serious. It might be better to go with the murderers. It would definitely be easier on her ass.

He played on my god complex,” Ian replied. “I’m not sure if you know this about me, but I sometimes have issues with needing to be in control.” It took everything he had not to roll his eyes. “Yes, I’d heard that about you.” A little smirk curled Ian’s lips up.

A woman like you should have been manipulating men for the last twenty years.” “I would have been seven.” “Yeah, that’s what I’m saying. Trust me, Southern girls are taught two things from birth: how to tease their hair properly and how to get what they want out of a man.

Chelsea leaned in. “Simon was protecting me when he killed those douchebag asshats. I’ll testify to that. Hell, I killed one of them myself. If you want to arrest him for something, arrest him for stealing my panties and giving them to a raccoon.” “What?” Brighton asked. “Is she there with you? Why did you let her wear panties in the first place?

They all piled into Kevin’s and Teddy’s cars, and I went for my Jeep. Happy to be rid of them for a while. Happy even if it meant another crime scene. Happy even if I still didn’t know how to tell if Malcolm was alive down there in the dark. Nathaniel watched me through the back window of the car, his lilac gaze on me until the car turned a corner. He’d been lost, and now he thought he’d been found. But if he expected me to be more than friends, he was still lost.

There had been an attempt over the summer to mix that Camden Lock lot with this Caldwell lot, but Keisha Blake did not especially care for Baudelaire or Bukowski or Nick Drake or Sonic Youth or Joy Division or boys who looked like girls or vice versa or Anne Rice or William Burroughs of Kafka's Metamorphosis or CND or Glastonbury or the Situationists or Breathless or Samuel Beckett or Andy Warhol or a million other Camden things, and when Keisha brought a wondrous Monie Love 7-inch to play on Leah's hi-fi there was something awful in the way Leah blushed and conceded it was probably OK to dance to. They had only Prince left, and he was wearing thin.

The fruit of the Tree of Life is a blessing to us only after we have experienced the challenges of life. It teaches us that those experiences which seem to be the worst experiences of life are transformed into the greatest blessings of our lives. That which rips our hearts out of our chests and weakens our knees to the point of collapse is that which will taste the sweetest after we have passed through it. There is no way around this life. We must go through it. The challenges of life make us who and what we are. All of these things shall be for our experience and for our good (D&C 122:7)—but only in the perspective of looking back on the life that we could not fully see before passing through it. We can only give meaning to those experiences by allowing them to make us who we choose to be as we pass through life—until they become the sweetest and most desirable experiences of our lives.

seven questions that every business must answer: 1. The Engineering Question Can you create breakthrough technology instead of incremental improvements? 2. The Timing Question Is now the right time to start your particular business? 3. The Monopoly Question Are you starting with a big share of a small market? 4. The People Question Do you have the right team? 5. The Distribution Question Do you have a way to not just create but deliver your product? 6. The Durability Question Will your market position be defensible 10 and 20 years into the future? 7. The Secret Question Have you identified a unique opportunity that others don’t see?

You listen to me, Vajonah,” Blake yells into the phone. “I swear to all that is good and holy in this world, if you flip your switch and lay a finger on my boy --” “No one is going to lay a finger on anyone!” I say to both men. Jonah grows even more tense. “You bet your ass no one is going to lay a finger on anyone!” He leans close so Blake can hear him. “You warn your boy that whatever he does to Sadie he can guarantee I’ll do to him with my fucking fist, you hear me?!

I punch Blake’s contact and put the phone to my ear. “What?” I walk into the kitchen and grab a beer. “I didn’t kill your son.” “Good, because it would be a real fucking bummer to have to buy my kid and my best friend while being incarcerated for murder, you asshole.” “Please tell me this kid is nothing like you, you walking fucking case of gonorrhoea.” “Fuck you. You kiss your wife with that mouth? Don’t act like your dick didn’t have just as much of a chance of fallin’ off as mine did back in the day.” I take a long swig from my beer and drop down onto a barstool with a groan. “What are the chances that our kids are better than us?” “Shit. With Layla and Raven being their moms? I’d say pretty fucking good.” “Good point.

I got my shoulder holster complete with Browning Hi-Power out of the top desk drawer and slipped it on. Since I’d stopped wearing my suit jacket in the office, I’d put the gun in the drawer, but outside the office and always after dark I wore a gun. Most of the creatures that had scarred me up were dead. The majority I’d done personally. Silver-plated bullets are a wonderful thing.

It is all right to be a lady, Anita. It is not a bad thing being a woman.” “You try being one, then talk to me,” I said. I hung up. “My lady” sounded like my dog. Ownership. I was his human servant. Short of killing him, I couldn’t change that. But I didn’t belong to him. If I belonged to anybody, I belonged to me. And that was how I was going to approach the council, as me: Anita Blake, vampire executioner, police liaison for the monsters. They wouldn’t listen to Jean-Claude’s human servant, but they might listen to me.

Nathaniel was in the other bed. His hair was longer than Stephen’s. Waist length, I was betting. Hard to judge since I’d only seen him prone. It was the darkest of auburns, almost brown but not. It was a rich, deep mahogany. The hair lay on the white sheets like the pelt of an animal, thick and shining. He

It wasn’t hard to spot Dolph. Pete McKinnon was standing with them. It was like walking towards two small mountains. Dolph

A tall, thin fireman with a grey mustache watched me stride across the street. He was still wearing a helmet and coat in the July heat. Four others had stripped down to T-shirts with just the rubbery-looking pants on. Someone had sprayed them down with water. They looked like an ad for a beefcake wet T-shirt contest.

One of the other firemen joined us. His damp T-shirt clung to a stomach that had required far too many sit-ups, but I enjoyed the view anyway. He was tall, broad-shouldered, blond, and looked like he should have been carrying a surfboard or visiting Barbie in her Malibu dream house. There was a smear of soot on his smiling face, and his eyes were red-rimmed. He offered his hand without being introduced. “I’m Wren.” No rank, just his name. Confident. He held my hand just a little longer than necessary. It wasn’t obnoxious, just interested. I dropped my eyes. Not out of shyness, but because some men mistake direct eye contact as a come-on. I had about as much beefcake on my plate as I could handle without adding amorous firemen. Captain

The leopards call me their Nimir-Ra, leopard queen. Me and Tarzan, huh? I

He raised his gloved hands skyward, still smiling. He was a hard man to insult, because I’d been trying. He had this sort of cheerful goodwill that seemed to deflect everything. Never trust people who smile constantly. They’re either selling something or not very bright. Wren didn’t strike me as stupid. Insult

I laughed. I laughed while his lips hovered over my mouth and the gun pressed into his body. It was the laughter, not the gun, that made him draw back. Hannah collapsed to her knees. The Traveler had gone. Someone needed to help her to the stairs. I thought of Willie and he came. He helped her to her feet without looking at me. I kept my eyes on the bad guys. One problem at a time. “Why are you laughing?” Fernando asked. “Because you are too fucking stupid to survive.” I drew back from them, the gun still pointed at him. “Is he your only son?” I asked. “My only child,” Padma said. “My condolences,” I said. No, I didn’t shoot him. But staring into Fernando’s angry eyes, I knew there’d be other opportunities. Some people seek death through desperation. Some people fall into it out of stupidity. If Fernando wanted to fall, I was more than happy to catch him.

Are you listening?” “Yes.” I was pretty much going to agree with everything the man giving me the orgasm said.

Because being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, and loving someone else deeply gives you courage. I knew our life together would never be perfect. Marriage is two imperfect people who refuse to give up on each other.

When people don’t have to scrape by just to survive, they can thrive.

semiautomatic

Jesse seemed to be the only one having a good time. He’d stopped at every gelato stand in the city. He took a bite of his current obsession before he talked. “I got to beat the shit out of a guy.” Ian nodded. “And he didn’t even flip out. That’s why he got gelato. I’m trying this whole new ‘positive reinforcement’ training with the puppy. So far it’s working.

I prefer living life on the road, as a nomad with no permanent roots, simply because the idea of being bound to one spot terrifies me.

Do not look into your enemy’s eyes, lest you become your enemy.

long ago realized that regretting is a pointless exercise. You can’t change what’s done. The only thing you can change is now. And now is where your attention needs to be.

You’re not obvious and you’re not transparent.

He is not only a man with a heart and a soul, he has a brain too, and he makes all three of those things work together.

For the new covenant apostles, Jew-Gentile unity is pivotal to the early church. It is about more than human relational harmony. Instead, it acknowledges that God’s kingdom purposes are in Christ. He is the last man and the true Israel, the bearer of the Spirit. A Jewish person who clings to the tribal markings of the old covenant acts as though the eschaton has not arrived, as though one were still waiting for the promised seed. Both Jews and Gentiles must instead see their identities not in themselves or in the flesh but in Jesus Christ and in him alone. Jesus is the descendant of Abraham, the one who deserves the throne of David. He is the obedient Israel who inherits the blessings of the Mosaic covenant. He is the propitiation of God’s wrath. He is the firstborn from the dead, the resurrection and the life. Those who are in Christ – whether Jew or Gentile – receive with him all the eschatological blessings that are due to him. In him, they are all, whether Jew or Gentile, sons of God – not only in terms of relationship with the Father but also in terms of promised inheritance (Rom 8:12-17). In Christ, they all – whether Jew or Gentile – are sons of Abraham, the true circumcision, the holy nation, and the household and commonwealth of God (Gal 3:23-4:7; Eph 2-3; Col 2:6-15; 3:3-11; 1 Pet 2:9-10).…

Bet I can blow a hole in your chest before you can crush my leg." "You wouldn't dare." "Why not?" I asked. A touch of fear flowed through his eyes. "I am the human servant of a council member." "Not impressed," I said. "Try door number two.

Then the Lord spoke to Job out of the storm. He said: “Who is this that obscures my plans with words without knowledge? Brace yourself like a man; I will question you, and you shall answer me. “Where were you when I laid the earth’s foundation? Tell me, if you understand. Who marked off its dimensions? Surely you know! Who stretched a measuring line across it? On what were its footings set, or who laid its cornerstone—while the morning stars sang together and all the angels shouted for joy?

...Non intendevano aggredirmi, ma se Zane avesse continuato a saltellare qua e là come una versione punk di Tigro avrei potuto sparargli per sbaglio...

You could be so much more.

Well, she'd been caught in bed and he'd be caught with his willy hanging out. Standing at attention really. Charlotte had given him a thumbs-up.

The Engineering Question Can you create breakthrough technology instead of incremental improvements? 2. The Timing Question Is now the right time to start your particular business? 3. The Monopoly Question Are you starting with a big share of a small market? 4. The People Question Do you have the right team? 5. The Distribution Question Do you have a way to not just create but deliver your product? 6. The Durability Question Will your market position be defensible 10 and 20 years into the future? 7. The Secret Question Have you identified a unique opportunity that others don’t see? We

If you want to guess what’s going to happen in Blake’s 7, just think of the bleakest thing imaginable. It’s as simple as that.

Scream until the drug took her. 5 They started arriving after four o’clock in the afternoon. By five, Rachael’s disappearance was the lead story on all the local news stations, even in Tucson and Phoenix. When six rolled around, there were more cars parked along No-Water Lane than when the Hasslers had hosted their last Fourth of July barbecue. Come 7:15 P.M., more than forty people had crowded into Will and Rachael’s modest adobe home in Ajo.

I’m an old-fashioned man, my mistress, but even in my human life I thought the entire idea of death before dishonor was ridiculous. You do what you have to. You survive by any means necessary. If that includes fucking your way out of a situation, then I expect you to spread your legs and when you’re done, you come home to me.

Patrick grabs the monitor to check for himself. Nodding at the readings, he hands the monitor back to Will, climbs into bed, and tugs Will into their favorite position. Then he nestles against his favorite furry pillow

For every one hundred people in the United States, there were 48.7 surveillance cameras, and behind them a government network of AI-driven facial-recognition search engines, paired with deeply eroded privacy laws.

Rosie spreads her hands out. “Love it or hate it, that’s what makes the world go ‘round.” “Maybe that’s why the world sucks right now.

We aren’t meant to live in misery twenty-four seven. We have to find some ray of light in our situation, whatever it may be. If we don’t, we’ll slip into despair and lose that essence of ourselves.

swept under the rug.

Now, contrast that with a place like Centennial, Colorado, or Sterling Heights, Michigan, which are among the safest cities in the United States and have some of the lowest violent crime rates in the nation. There is so little violent crime in those cities, you don’t see the same sort of instant escalation of hostility. You don’t see the same sort of violent reaction to those same inconsequential things that would get you shot on the South Side of Chicago. Of course, it doesn’t hurt that those cities have robust economies and opportunities for people to succeed. When people don’t have to scrape by just to survive, they can thrive.

I remember a time before we were living our lives out loud. A time before we were performing for everybody to see.

I’ve always believed that family sticks together no matter how nasty a situation gets.

William Blake: He who binds to himself a Joy, Does the winged life destroy; He who kisses the Joy as it flies, Lives in Eternity’s sunrise.7

You could clean up the whole country, warlord by warlord, and bring a decent life to tens of thousands of survivors. I know you don’t want to hear this, but it’s true. You landed in this position – whether by fate or accident, who can say, but it’s yours either way, and I think you need to acknowledge it and figure out whether you want to be a leader, or…or leave it to others less capable.

Her face was lined and hardened, as though whittled from driftwood washed up by a winter storm.

We now “belong to another” (Rom 7:4). We look to Jesus our King. He shows us how to live in a way that pleases God.

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She lifted her chin and fired back. “And that if I agreed to be the nanny, I would have my own room and sleep in my own bed!” I lunged for her. My fingers dug into the thin material of her nightgown at the neckline as my arm wrapped around her back. Wrenching downward, I tore the fabric in half. “You’re fired.” Her scream of outrage was cut off by my mouth.

Letting my touch and the warmth of the fire slowly lull her to sleep while she gently suckled on my cock.

Has no one ever called you an endearment, kukolka, that you cannot recognize the sentiment, even in another language?

Sore?” She rolled her eyes. “No. By the way, what was up with the spanking?” It was fun listening to modern slang in her old-fashioned brogue. “Don’t put yourself in danger by robbing Realm banks, darlin’.” Plus, she’d liked it. She snorted. “This isn’t a Lexi Blake novel, damn it. Keep your hands to yourself.” “You don’t mean that,” he said, letting the smile loose.

What about nurturing, care, respect, honor, tenderness…?

love is a powerful cocktail of neurotransmitters and hormones, primarily oxytocin, dopamine, estrogen, and testosterone, that drive the most powerful elements of love,

When Jesus blesses what we have given him, earth's limitations are replaced by heaven's possibilities.

Most of our struggles in life and relationships are a result of not understanding the greatest power we have been given in Christ. It is the power of forgiveness.

Gan : You're never involved, are you Avon? Have you ever cared for anyone? Vila : ...Except yourself? Avon : I have never understood why it should be necessary to become irrational in order to prove that you care. Or indeed why it should be necessary to prove it - *at all*. [exits] - Blake's 7

When we wait on the Lord in prayer, all of heaven moves into action.

Clearfield,

You have to be independent, and you have to be self-sufficient. The two are not the same, but they are intimately linked. You cannot be truly independent unless you are self-sufficient; and you cannot become self-sufficient, unless you are independent.

gave her the kind of smile that slips inside your bloodstream and turns it cold.

but it had somehow acquired a kind of venerable integrity based entirely on its uniqueness, the way a good, hundred-year-old fake accrues a value all its own.

government does not give a single, solitary damn for the small people, and their children are growing up in a world where they believe that the only way out of the squalor in which they live, is through crime. Partly they are right, and so the cycle perpetuates itself for yet another generation.

What do you mean when you say I love you?” “I mean I want you. I mean I can’t breathe without you. I mean you invade my every thought, and my whole fucking world lights up when you walk into a room.

1. If you have to sniff the food in your fridge to decide if you can eat it, just toss it. You’ll be glad you did tomorrow. 2. You can tell everything you need to know about a person by how he or she treats the waiter. 3. Turn down that last tequila shot. Trust me on this one. 4. If your woman sends you to the store to pick up something, get that something, not another version you think is better. Her version is always the right one. 5. You can’t put your foot in your mouth if it’s closed. 6. No dude ever gets in trouble while cleaning the kitchen. 7. Don’t live to work; work to live. 8. If you tell the truth, you don’t have to remember anything. 9. Don’t get a tattoo that’s longer than your dick. 10. Men should never wear black jeans.