Gena Quotes & Sayings

Let me tell you what I just heard. Talk, talk, talk, I. Talk, talk, talk, I. Well, what about me? — Gena Showalter

Cole chuckled, saying, Fear of spiders is arachnophobia, and fear of tight spaces is claustrophobia, but fear of Ali Bell is just called logic. — Gena Showalter

I told you I was powerful - not my fault you failed to listen. I'm helping fight the Hunters now and you'll be lucky if my aim doesn't accidently-on-purpose veer and kill you. In fact, I don't think I'll wait for you." She glanced over at the tunnels and counted with a point of her finger. "See you in the ... second one over, sweetcakes. That's where the biggest, baddest Hunter was, last time I checked. I'll just pretend he's you and nail his ass to the wall. — Gena Showalter

So, your saying choices and destiny shape the course of our lives? I think so, yes. It's just easier to blame fate for all of the mistakes. — Gena Showalter

Fresh flowers bloomed from vases, sweetly scenting the air. Again, he had no idea. Fine. He'd requested those. That shit smelled good. — Gena Showalter

I was a big fan of John Cassavetes, his wife, Gena Rowlands, and that era of filmmaking which was about realism and which represented the antithesis of the dreamy escapism you found in musicals. — Carmen Ejogo

Forceful little thing, aren't you?"
"You have no idea. So we doing this or not?"
Those lush lips twitched. "Let me get this straight. We're going to the bathroom, and I'm going to fuck you, and you don't even care to know my name?"
"I'd actually prefer it if you'd keep your stupid mouth closed." Oops. Her hatred was slipping out.
"Well, well. You might just be my soul mate. — Gena Showalter

He spun away from his friends. Glanced down. The puddles were now undulating fiercely against the jagged rocks lining the ground. They were still beckoning. Deliverance, they whispered. Just for a little while ... . — Gena Showalter

John Cassavetes wrote A Woman Under the Influence as a play. He said, "Hey, I wrote you a play." And I said, "Great, let's read it." I read it and I said, "John, I couldn't do this every night and twice on Wednesday and Saturday". — Gena Rowlands

Galen cupped her cheek with his uninjured hand, his thumb caressing the rise of satin-covered bone. She trembled, but didn't pull away. — Gena Showalter

Oh, sweet! New man meat's made it to town, y'all. Let's gobble. — Gena Showalter

You're going to have to settle on one eventually. Why not save us both the hassle, close your eyes and point. Whoever you're pointing at will be our winner." "I've played that game once before. Ended up
" Paris shuddered. "Never mind. It's not good to wander down that particular memory trail. So no. Just no. — Gena Showalter

'Wicked Nights' is the story of Zacharel, the new leader of the Army of Disgrace - heavenly warriors in danger of falling from grace - and Annabelle, a human who has spent the last four years locked in an institution for the criminally insane. — Gena Showalter

We were just sitting on the bed, together, and you were just drinking from me, your mouth on my skin, and you didn't have any panties on?"
"You mean you didn't look? — Gena Showalter

You again," she said, and she did not sound happy.
"I know," the warrior replied with a heartfelt sigh. "You're so lucky to see me twice in one day. You're honored by my presence, yada, yada, heard it all before. Let's just move on, shall we. I don't handle fawning very well. — Gena Showalter

There's a really stupid saying: When life hands you a lemon, make lemonade. Well, I have a better saying: When life hands you a lemon, shove that lemon up its stupid butt. — Gena Showalter

Haven't you heard? Constipation is the new black. All the cool kids are doing it. Or not doing it. — Gena Showalter

Fear keeps you alive. Fear reminds you that you are alive. — Gena Showalter

Everything changed. The world. The seasons. Time. People. Nothing and no one ever stayed the same. — Gena Showalter

You are my sickness, — Gena Showalter

You just can't complain about being alive. It's self-indulgent to be unhappy. When asked how she has coped since husband's death. — Gena Rowlands

I agree with you. Now let's put on our big-girl panties and go convince Mr. Always Right that he's seriously wrong. — Gena Showalter

These people might be vicious and bloodthirsty, but they loved each other. Deeply. Madly. Their devotion was palpable. — Gena Showalter

Disappointment mixed with bitter acceptance flashed in her eyes. "Maybe you are real," she said. "It would require a dark side I don't have to create someone like you."
"You forgot to say 'no offense' before making that statement."
"No, I didn't. I meant offense."
Bold little human, wasn't she?
-Annabelle and Zacharel — Gena Showalter

She's a skank. He's a player. He's cute but almost OD'd last year, so he's a bad bet. She's a two-faced, lying, cheating witch. That's right, Trina, I'm talking to you," she shouted. "By the way," she added just for me, "Trina cusses, which means cussing is trashy, which means my golden rule is to never cuss. I have class. Unlike Trina, the skank of Birmingham." The last part was, of course, shouted. — Gena Showalter

Here goes. See, my boyfriend and I decided to stay together for the summer, you know, even though he had to go visit some family in nowhereville. At least, that's what he told me. Anyway, everything was fine at first, because you know, we talked every night, and then boom, he just stopped calling. So I called and texted him like the good girlfriend I am, and it wasn't stalkerish, I swear, because I stopped after, like, the thirtieth time. A week goes by before he finally hits me back, and he was totally drunk and all, hey, baby, I miss you and what are you wearing, like no time had passed, and I was all, you so do not deserve to know. — Gena Showalter

No one wants to hear you speak, Bradie Boy," Kitten said in that scratchy voice of hers.
"Like that's ever stopped me. I can't believe we've got a bird and a cat in the car." Bradley chuckled. "I guess that makes me animal control. Nice."
"I'm a Teran," Kitten said tightly, "not a cat. And if I hear you call me a cat one more time, I'll scratch your eyes out. Understand?"
"Oh, I understand. I just don't think you'll like what I'm understanding, which is that you can't wait to get your hands on me. — Gena Showalter

Dallas popped his jaw. I do not cackle. I bitch like a he-man. — Gena Showalter

So, yeah, I kind of wanted to claw her face off and spit in her skull.
Graphic much? Straitlaced Ali piped up.
Not graphic enough, Bloodthirsty Ali quipped.
Hello, new personalities. So nice to meet you. — Gena Showalter

Bride had become the centre of his world. He was nothing without her. If he had to obey her every word for the rest of his life, he would. If he had to let her control his body, he would do that too.
Anything was better than being without her. That, he'd learned inside his underground cell. He could endure anything as long as she was with him. — Gena Showalter

Sweet pea, you are my favorite hello and my hardest goodbye, and I don't want to go a day without you. Consider that your official invitation — Gena Showalter

Back off, asshole. I haven't had a woman today, so I'm in no mood for this kind of bullshit. — Gena Showalter

Yeah, I understand. That doesn't mean I'll obey - Bianka — Gena Showalter

Dangerous as a lightning strike, as lethal as a pair of crisscrossing short swords, William whispered, "You're about to find out how your liver tastes, my friend."
"I have tasted it already," Zacharel said, his voice its usual monotone. The snowflakes began to fall in earnest, tiny at first, but growing in diameter. An arctic wind blustered around him. "It was a bit salty."
How the hell was a guy supposed to respond to that?
Apparently William didn't know, either, because he gaped at the angel. Then, "Maybe if you added a little pepper?"
O-kay. It was official. William had an answer for everything. — Gena Showalter

Girl, he wants to dip you in Frosted Flakes and have you for breakfast. That's his favorite cereal, by the way. I ... had no words for that. — Gena Showalter

Sighing, she shut the book with a snap. All right. You need to vent, so I'll listen to you vent. But do it quickly, because Rydstorm was about to plunder Sabine with his thick, hard - — Gena Showalter

Leap out the window, my inner Tigress cried. You aren't ready to face such a powerful Tiger. I frowned. I thought a true Tigress never backed down from a fight. Don't you know anything? When she's in heat, she avoids everything male. Now run! — Gena Showalter

One of these days you're going to wake up," William finally said, "and I will have shaved you, Everywhere." (Paris) "Won't make a difference. Women will still want me. — Gena Showalter

I think I need to avoid the world today. There's no way I
can adult. — Gena Showalter

If I had bodily functions, I think I would have peed my pants. — Gena Showalter

William whispered, "You're about to find out how your liver tastes, my friend."
"I have tasted it already," Zacharel said, his voice its usual monotone. The snowflakes began to fall in earnest, tiny at first, but growing in diameter. An arctic wind blustered around. "It was a bit salty." How the hell was a guy supposed to respond to that? — Gena Showalter

Maybe I like that you're available."
Oh, the romance. Her voice as dry as dirt, she said, "How am I not throwing myself at you right this very second?"
"It's a definite mystery. — Gena Showalter

So," Frosty said as we stood. "I have to ask a personal question, because our next move hinges on your answer."
I tensed, unsure about what he could possibly want to know. "Ask."
"How do you feel about stealing cars? — Gena Showalter

What makes big boobs and perkiness so attractive to boys? I mean, really. Two round, mounds of fat and a fake smile. Yeah, winning attributes. — Gena Showalter

Give me the effing phone, Strider grumbled, opening his palm and waving his fingers.
Effing? William laughed with genuine amusement. You ever realize how polite you get when you're hammered? And you know what they say. A man's true charactor is revealed when he's toasted. So you gotta face facts, man. You're a closet gentlmen. Loser!
The heck I am!
Even Paris laughed at that. — Gena Showalter

Her gaze strayed to Kane's friends. What had they thought of her at first glance? She's been slung over Kane's shoulder, so ... probably not much. "I'm really quite wonderful," she muttered. — Gena Showalter

He didn't face her. "I said go away." "Like I'm going to obey you. You aren't my daddy. Unless you want to be. 'Cause I've been a bad, naughty girl and I need a spanking. — Gena Showalter

I've known him a long time. I admire him. Hell, I might even love him. He helped me when - well, he helped me, and I owe him. He never lies, never plays games. He always says what he means and means what he says. And he has made it clear you're off-limits. — Gena Showalter

I am made of awesome." Kaia the Wing Shredder — Gena Showalter

He'd never be able to touch her, and as passionate as she was, she would eventually need a man who could. He'd never had to worry about these things before because he'd never been with a woman. Not even before his possession. He'd been too busy then, too involved in his job. Maybe he needed to join Workaholics Anonymous, he thought dryly. He had to be the only millennia-old virgin in history. — Gena Showalter

Enjoy him while it lasts," I called. "Apparently he has Girlfriend ADD."
She looked away, but not before I caught the blush staining her cheeks. — Gena Showalter

Lucien: And Flowers
but only Anya can call me that.
William: Fine. I'll call you Roses.
Lucien: You won't.
William: I will. Zodiac sign, Roses?
Lucien: First, how does my woman stand you? Second, I don't think I have a sign. I was created rather than born, and I am unsure of the day, much less the month.
William: I'll just mark your sign as "Roses". Choice of weapon, Roses?
Lucien: You are a bastard. But I like knives. I like to get up close and personal with my kills. Care for a demonstration?
William: Later. What are you looking for in a woman, Roses?
Lucien: Why don't I just call you Moron? Anya does ... — Gena Showalter

Twenty-seven."
His brow puckered, and he blinked over at her. "Twenty-seven hundred years, right?"
If he were speaking to Taliyah, yes. "No. Just twenty-seven plain, ordinary years."
"You don't mean human years, do you?"
"No. I mean dog years," she said dryly, then pressed her lips together. Where was the filter that was usually poised over her mouth? Strider didn't seem to mind, though. Rather, he seemed stupefied. Would Sabin have had the same reaction were he awake? "What's so hard to believe about my age?" As the question echoed between them, a thought occurred to her and she blanched. "Do I look ancient?"
"No, no. Of course not. But you're immortal. Powerful. — Gena Showalter

People stared. Maybe because they were giants compared to everyone else, both in height and muscle mass. Maybe because of the telltale bulge of weapons at their waist. Or maybe because William opened a bag of Doritos and ate while he shopped. Hard to tell. — Gena Showalter

Because yeah, females could be vanity hounds and most preferred their dates to have hair. Black, blond, red, it didn't matter, as long as the locks were thick and lustrous. And here was a news flash for little Miss Giggles: when he allowed his to grow, it was dark brown, nearly jet, with hints of gold and worthy of a fucking lion.
Not that he was feeling defensive or anything. — Gena Showalter

But if anyone
so much as threatened them because of what Kaia
had once done, she would turn the Slumber Party
Massacre into Blood, Bath and Beyond, a
documentary by Kaia Skyhawk. — Gena Showalter

Loving someone gives them permission to do things to you because they know you'll forgive them. -Shaye — Gena Showalter

Knock him out, Paris!'
'Sure. Want me to spew diamonds from my ass while I'm at it? — Gena Showalter

Seriously. She'd beaten that Unspoken One like morning wood with the same end result: an explosion. — Gena Showalter

Work with Evangeline Black? I'd rather be slit open from navel to nose." -CORBIN BLUE
"Good thing I always carry a knife." -EVIE BLACK — Gena Showalter

Women are like bottles of liquor. They should be sampled,
savored, then discarded. Matrimony is for men who can't
handle their liquor. — Gena Showalter

Emotional entanglements are messy. And if I don't get involved, I don't have to worry about getting hurt. -SHAYE — Gena Showalter

Put your hope in the right thing, and it would be a lifeline. Put your hope in the wrong thing, and it would be a noose. — Gena Showalter

Kaia tossed Strider a shut-your-mouth frown before bouncing in her seat. "Do I get to help? Can I? You may not know this, but I'm very handy with a blade of any kind, a hacksaw, a whip, a-"
"Hey! Someone went through my bag," William said.
"So?" Kaia continued, as if William hadn't spoken. "Whatever the weapon, I'm good with it."
He would not be impressed. "We won't be using weapons. We'll be smashing jugulars."
"Oh, oh! We can play Who Can Smash More!"
"No, we can't because you can't help," Stider said at the same time William blurted out, "I'd be disappointed if you didn't help. — Gena Showalter

He's a closet gentleman, — Gena Showalter

Lean against the edge, sweetheart. I'm falling off.
Brent Greene — Gena Showalter

You are mine," he rasped. "Only ever mine. I accept all that you are, and we can be together. — Gena Showalter

He nodded again. We didn't know Lexis was pregnant when we both volunteered for some ... experiments to enhance our DNA. Unfortunately, those experiments affected Sunny more than me and Lexis. — Gena Showalter

What were you chanting when you gave me your blood?"
"More of my vampire magic. I cast a healing spell to aid the powers of my blood."
She sniffled, her nose stuffy. "It was better than Vicodin."
"Vicodin?"
"A painkiller from my world."
"A killer of pain. Did you love him?" The words were growled.A burst of unexpected humor gave her strength. "No. In fact, he was hard to shake. He, uh, stalked me, that kind of thing. I had to pretend he didn't
exist."
Nicolai kissed her temple and relaxed against her. — Gena Showalter

Hold everything. I missed a four-way chick fight. Then I find out someone's been nibbling." William's attention shifted to Olivia, who was still lying on the floor. "Please tell me our sweet little angel is the biter. It'll make me want her ever so much more. — Gena Showalter

John Cassavetes was there at night while I was working. After they [with his friends] discussed as much live TV as they felt they needed to, they started improvising scenes just for the fun of it and one of those scenes everybody got very interested in and it turned into Shadows [1959]. That movie was entirely improvised. — Gena Rowlands

Blood spurted from his nose. Okay, I couldn't help myself. I burst out laughing. — Gena Showalter

Emotions. A waste of energy in Zacharel's estimation. You lived, you warred and one day you died. Anything else was unnecessary. — Gena Showalter

Hope is a demon worse than your Pain. — Gena Showalter

When you lost something precious, the memories of it became a tormenting reminder of what you could never have again. — Gena Showalter

I've seriously got to stop turning my girlfriends gay, but like I can really help it. It's my animal appeal. — Gena Showalter

Fine," Strider said tightly. "You can. But you wont. Because you know that if you take the woman out of this home, I'll go gray from worry. And you like my hair the way it is."
"Stridey-man. Are you hitting on my? Trying to get me to run my fingers through those mangy locks?"
Gideon chuckled. "Sweetie pie."
Striders lips even twitched into a grin. "You know I hate when you get mushy like that."
Boy loved it. No question. — Gena Showalter

Pale hair fell in waves to his shoulders, framing a face mortal females considered a sensual feast. They didn't know the man was actually a devil in angel's skin. They should have, though. He practically glowed with irreverence, and there was an unholy gleam in his green eyes that proclaimed he would laugh in your face while cutting out your heat. Or laugh in your face while you cut out his heart. — Gena Showalter

Paris answered for him. "Last time he spread the flashing love, Reyes threw up all over his shirt. I never laughed so hard in my life. Lucien, though, has no sense of humor and vowed never to take us again."
"I'm surprised you didn't mention the part where you fainted," Lucien said wryly.
Strider chortled. "Oh, man. You fainted? What a baby!"
"Hey," Paris said, frowning at Lucien. "I told you I hit my head midflash."
Lucien — Gena Showalter

I would love to work with Gena Rowlands. I just don't know in what capacity. I'd play her daughter or granddaughter, or whatever. I would just love to work with her, in whatever capacity. — Tatiana Maslany

Cole, who had kissed me. Cole, who had refused to discuss it afterwards. Okay, fine. I had refused. Cole, who was driving me flipping crazy. — Gena Showalter

Never had Dallas seen the Targon more pissed. There'd been none of his usual charm, none of his nonchalance. He simply hadn't liked other men looking at Bride. And when the Mckell had staked claim on her ... shit. Bastard was probably already dead. — Gena Showalter

Princess, your temper tantrums make you as defective as an open-ended condom. — Gena Showalter

Let's play a little game I like to call Cole's in Charge and Ali's Not. — Gena Showalter

I'll catch fire, turn to ash and re-form ... I'll be stronger ... and you'll be forever mine. — Gena Showalter

Lord Kane," the king acknowledged. "Before the proceedings begin, we must say how thrilled we were to meet your PMS."
Uh ... "My what?" "Your personal male secretary. — Gena Showalter

I'm going to my room," Jessie Kay called. "Y'all do me a favor and argue loud enough so I can listen in without having to strain myself. — Gena Showalter

Problem was, he couldn't masturbate his sexual desires away because he'd fry off his cock. Hector — Gena Showalter

Men! She would never understand them, but she would probably always enjoy looking at them. — Gena Showalter

Luncher is a combo of lunch and dinner. Too late for lunch, but too early for dinner. Trademark pending. — Gena Showalter

Have you realized that dying is the only way to truly live? — Gena Showalter

She has the heart of a child, you know. Yeah, it's in a box beside her bed.
- Kaia Skyhawk — Gena Showalter

Another blond boy came tearing from the opposite direction. "Can't find Smith. But I see you found my cupcake."

"Mine," Cole snapped. Uh, was the cupcake supposed to be me? Because it was a weird nickname for a supposed enemy. — Gena Showalter

Just so you know, you can call me anything you want - just as long as you always call me. — Gena Showalter

The body doesn't always crave what's good for it. That's why attraction will never be enough for me. That's why there has to be more. Love. Devotion. Determination. — Gena Showalter

Demon?" Gwen gasped out. Her back jerked ramrod-straight, and her face leeched of
color. "Did you just say demon?"
Oh, uh ... did I say that?" Strider once again glanced around the plane helplessly. "No, no.
I think I said seaman. — Gena Showalter

So ... have you ever thought about dyeing your hair punk-rocker-chick black? As I'm sure you've heard, I have a thing for brunettes and always avoid blondes."
"I've heard. And no."
"Too bad. Because you're making me rethink my stance about doing my friends' exes." I snorted, not even trying to hide my ... incredulity? Surely I wasn't amused.
"Your making me rethink my stance on cold-blooded homicide — Gena Showalter

The next day she'd examined her red satin sandals
and with a frown said, "I'm thinking about buying two
snakes."
His are you kidding me "Why?" had caused her to
shrug.
"I'd name them Leftie and Rightie and when they
were big enough, they'd become Mamma's boots. — Gena Showalter

Not that Strider was intoxicated. He was the sober one. He reclined on a delightfully cushioned lounge in the sprawling ranch Paris had rented. In Dallas, Texas, of all places. Promiscuity had decked himself out, too, wearing a Stetson (weird), no shirt (understandable), unfastened jeans (smart) and cowboy boots (weird again). Dude looked ready to rustle cattle or something. At — Gena Showalter

Because you aren't who you think you are. You aren't what everyone else believes. You might have delivered countless deaths but you love more fiercely than anyone I've ever known. — Gena Showalter