Quotes from Karin Slaughter

To explain that she knew how marriages worked, understood the petty grievances that could build up. She should tell Charlie that it didn't matter. That if you loved someone, you should do everything you could to make it work because the person you adored more than anyone else in the world could complain of a sore throat one day and be dead the next.

what she really wanted from him, needed from him, was to know that she could always pick up the phone and he would be there. That was all Lena had ever wanted from Hank. That was actually the one thing he had always given her.

membership consisted solely of sitting around and grousing about how much things had changed for the worse. All they could talk about was the good old days—how much better things had been before the coloreds ruined everything. What they didn't acknowledge was that the things that made it bad for them made it better for everyone else.

She's just come undone, her mother had whispered on the phone to her aunt Bella. It was an old colloquialism, the sort of thing you didn't think people still said. The phrase fit Sara so completely that she had found herself surrendering to it, imagining her arms and her legs detaching from her body. What did it matter? What did she need arms or legs or hands or feet for if she couldn't run to him, hold him, touch him?

People didn't believe in you unless you convinced them that you believed in yourself.

Every time Kate got an inkling that she might live, she remembered what her life was like and wondered if it was worth the effort.

He shrugged. "Are you going to answer me?" "You told me to shut up.

Dash was a stupid man's idea of how a smart man sounded.

Or any number of the jobs she'd tried and failed at before seeing a story in The Atlanta Journal about women police officers being trained for motorcycle patrol. Motorcycle patrol! Kate laughed at her naïveté. If the firearms instructors were loath to train women, the motorcycle division was downright hostile to the idea of women on bikes. The riding instructor wouldn't even allow them inside the garage.

Will thought of her time away from work the way he used to think of his schoolteachers crawling into their caves under the school building at night, lulling themselves to sleep with dreams of torturing their students the next day.

Never share a bathroom with a man.

Their husbands were not attracted to the groupies because they were hotter than their wives. They were attracted to them because they were groupies. It was a hell of a lot more fun to be with somebody who thought you were perfect than it was to be with a woman who wouldn't put up with your shit.

it was better to be guilty and rich than innocent and poor.

injustice was never more tragic than when you found it knocking at your own door.

Moon was from somewhere up east, the kind of place where consonants took on a life of their own. In addition to this, she spoke loudly and abruptly, two things that were considered very rude to southern ears.

There were good guys and bad guys, and to protect one, you did what you had to do to the other.

Andy opened her mouth and screamed as loud as she could. It felt good, but she couldn't scream for the rest of her life.

Her birthday was yesterday, August twentieth. Why had Laura said that she was born in January? 6 Andy drove up and down what seemed like the city of Carrollton's main drag.

who didn't know how to use a shotgun?

If I can't play music that people appreciate, then I want to play music that people love.

At this rate, the only way she was going to get laid was to crawl up a chicken's ass and wait.

That's when you fall in love with somebody. The lust and fucking like rabbits and letting your life fall to shit so you can be around him—that's passion. It's borderline obsession. And it always burns itself out. You know that, Liddie. That high never, ever lasts.

Thank you for that." Between thirty-two hours of labor and the looming specter of menopause, Lydia was lucky her bladder wasn't hanging between her knees like a cow's udder.

Once you start having babies, that perfect, loving husband of yours will start treating you like a milk cow. Trust me. It's like they think they have something over you. And they do. You're trapped, and they know that you need them, but they can walk away at any time and find somebody younger and tighter to have fun with.