Quotes from Linda Castillo

I tell myself I don't have time, but the truth of the matter is I don't know how to reach out.

We are only blessed with what God gives us.

Columbus isn't exactly the murder capital of the world, but like every city it has a dark side.

I'm not a self-destructive person. I learned that lesson at a relatively young age. But at some point during the drive from the police station to the bar, I stopped thinking. I stopped being reasonable. I stopped being so goddamn responsible. Sometimes none of those things make a damn bit of difference.

You've been a cop long enough to know that sometimes bad things happen to good people. It's out of your control. You gotta let go or it will drive you nuts.

No single group of people can be lumped together and neatly categorized.

Thunder growled in the distance, a beast prowling the countryside, hungry and snuffling the air for blood. He crossed the wet grass of the side yard, traversed the sidewalk. It was the same track he'd taken a thousand times before. Tonight would be the last.

The thing about undercover work is that instead of laying low and trying to stay out of trouble, you basically walk around with your stick and jab it into every beehive you can find just to see what flies out.

with me an instant before

That's the thing about loving someone. You no longer own your heart, and that small, beating organ can turn on you without warning and shred you from the inside out.

He tips his head at Tomasetti and then he's gone.

he goes about attaching the wench to the undercarriage.

I don't know if I love him. I'm not sure what love is, or if I'm qualified to make that proclamation.

Tonight, I need him. I need him with every cell in my body. I need him on so many levels I couldn't begin to sort through them or make sense of any of it. I need him with an urgency that scares me, because control is the one thing I will never relinquish, even to him.

We're working on it." That's my standard answer in situations where I don't know squat. Tomasetti

Every heart has its secret sorrows which the world knows not, and oftentimes we call a man cold, when he is only sad. —Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Hyperion

The things we learn in our formative years stay with us. Right or wrong, the lessons of our youth shape our adult view of the world. Having been raised Amish, I was taught to believe the best about people. Most of the time that philosophy serves me well. I still believe that the majority of people are fundamentally good. As a cop, though, I'm keenly aware that many are not.

There is an incongruity inherent to in being a cop and being formerly Amish. Those two worlds are incompatible and clash in a fundamental and profound way. One repels the other and there is no reconciliation. There's no fitting them together no matter how hard you try to pound the pieces into place. The divergence of those two worlds is a beast that tracks me as I pull into the long gravel lane of my brother's farm.

I used to subscribe to the belief that a person's loved ones are the people who know them best. It wasn't until I had some life experience under my belt that I learned the premise couldn't be farther from the truth. Sometimes a person's loved ones are the last to know—or the last to acknowledge—a fault or weakness. That's especially true when you're Amish.

La capacità di apprezzare le cose ha il potere di trasformare la banalità in qualcosa di bello.

Whoa! What the hell is that?" "It's a fuckin' head!" Josh swallowed a big wad of something gross at the back of his throat. The two boys exchanged looks. Scott's mouth was open so wide Josh could see the cavities in his back molars. "You mean like a human?

Whoa! What the hell is that?" "It's a fuckin' head!" Josh swallowed a big wad of something gross at the back of his throat. The two boys exchanged looks. Scott's mouth was open so wide Josh could see the cavities in his back molars. "You mean like a human?" "Well, duh. You ever seen a cow with teeth like that?

outrage, anger, a keen sense of injustice. Contrary to popular belief, those kinds of emotions are not a cop's best friend, particularly if you're female and trying to maintain some semblance of credibility.

I'd heard veteran cops talk about life altering cases. Cases that haunt a cop long after they're closed. I've had cases like that myself. Cases that fundamentally changed me. Changed the way I view people. The way I perceive my job as a cop. The way I see myself. Standing there with the stench of blood filling my nostrils, I know this is going to be one of those cases.