Quotes from Karin Slaughter

dashboard. She didn't know the opening lyrics, but she belted out the chorus. " Ã¢â'¬ËœPoor, poor pitiful me!' Ã¢â'¬Â She nudged Maggie. " Ã¢â'¬ËœPoor, poor pitiful me!' Ã¢â'¬Â Maggie smiled despite herself. Gail bellowed, " Ã¢â'¬ËœPoor, poor pitiful me!' 

Third domino: Statistically, rapists didn't just rape once. If they got away with it, they generally kept raping. Even if they didn't get away with it, the recidivism rate was so high that they might as well put a revolving door on every prison.

expected him to look like a cross between Colonel Sanders and Foghorn Leghorn.

Kantor's Andersonville," she said, adding, "It's a first edition.

Did you know that Bayer used to own the trademark for heroin?" She shook her head at the subterfuge. "The aspirin company?" "They lost the trademark after World War I. It's in the Treaty of Versailles." "You learn something new every day." "Sears used to sell preloaded syringes of heroin in their catalogue. A buck fifty for two.

By state law, any unattended death—which is to say a person who dies outside of a hospital or nursing home—has to be investigated

got to figure out before I die whether I want to be happy or I want to be right.

She would never feel another man's touch without wondering whether or not she could really trust him.

The office looked the same as it had been the day before. Claire sat down at the desk. She hesitated as she reached out to tap the keyboard. This was a red pill/blue pill moment. Did she really want to know if there were more files? Paul was dead now. What was the point?

Life was like that. You didn't realize what was passing you by until you slowed down a little bit to get a better look.

small woman, maybe five-three on a good day. Her attitude filled the room, and she walked with a swagger that rivaled a bullfighter's.

You don't kidnap somebody if you love them. They come to you. They choose you. Not the other way around.

Paul still had feelings for Claire—at least inasmuch as he was capable of feeling anything. He had put the pillow under her head. He'd slid her wedding ring back on her finger. He had taken off her shoes. He had charged the Tesla. All of these things had taken time, which meant that Paul placed importance on them. Instead of rushing Lydia out the door, he had risked exposure by taking care of Claire.

Even this far into the game, Leigh was always surprised by how fantastic it was to be a white, wealthy man.

He was safe because she would never really give all of herself to him.

Lydia asked, "Do you have a problem with drugs and alcohol?" Claire struggled to return the glass to the floor. "Yes. The problem is that I don't like them very much.

Dogs are stupid," Rusty said. "This is a known fact. But a cat—you have to earn a cat's respect every single day of your life.

The triple point of water was indisputably the basis of the definition for the kelvin.

Will wasn't a fan of multitasking, mostly because it was more like half-tasking. It was humanly impossible to give two different things your complete attention.

You sowed enough wild oats before we were married to qualify for farm subsidies.

The Peeping Tom's name was Gerald Scott. His son is your baby sister's new boyfriend.

but I met him once and he's super

a large chifforobe wedged into a small closet that their mother said they'd have to pay Tom Robinson a nickel to bust up.

Kate's knees felt shaky as she walked across the parking garage under the Barbizon Hotel. Every atom in her body was vibrating at a different frequency. Her lips felt swollen from Philip's kisses. Her breasts were tender from his mouth. If she closed her eyes, she could summon up the sensations of his tongue roaming up and down her body.