Quotes from Karin Slaughter

he knew that sexual predators were like cockroaches. For every one you saw, there were twenty more hiding behind the walls.

climbed the stairs to Pepper's bedroom. As usual, the place looked like a bomb had gone off inside. Clothes covered the floor. Books were splayed page-down (" A sin," their mother said).

I can't believe that another woman is doing this to you, Cathy said. it's disgusting. This is why women will never get ahead: other women are constantly cutting them off at the knees.

birth certificate and death certificate, both issued in Cook County, Illinois. Laura's various diplomas, her birth certificate from Rhode Island, her social security card, her driver's license. Andrea Eloise Mitchell's record of live birth dated August 20, 1987. The deed to the Belle Isle house. Immunization records. Marriage license. Divorce decree. Car titles. Insurance cards. Bank statements. Credit card statements.

Laura was not a lonely teenaged girl anymore. She was fifty-five years old. She was a mother, a cancer survivor, a businesswoman. This was her life, Not Nick

Or was she making a connection that wasn't there, like an amputee who still feels a missing arm or leg long after it's gone?

I opened my mouth to say what a horrible accident, that I was an idiot, that I hadn't been looking where I was going and it was all my fault and blah-blah-blah, but instead of apologizing, I said, 'It's your own fault for playing tennis.

The handful of swamps left in America were probably some of the few remaining places on the continent where a man could live wholly sustained by the land, whether it was for food, shelter, medicine, or some of the cleanest drinking water on earth. Jeffrey wondered how long it would be before they were all completely destroyed.

She took him for granted sometimes. That was the luxury of a long marriage.

You had so many friends.

You hear about the two hats hanging on a peg by the door?" She laughed. "No. What about them?" "One says to the other, 'You stay here. I'll go on a head.' 

That she ended up with a boy who had grown up less than twenty miles from her childhood home was just further proof that no matter how far you ran, you always ended up back where you started.

Tears had rolled down his cheeks, one long drip after another, like condensation on the side of a glass.

you cannot fight a man's history.

the price for hearing gossip was having someone else gossip about you.

Existing without or separated from the body.

Claire laughed because it was easier than telling him to brush his hair out of his eyes and go back to college. She checked the time on her phone again. Paul was now twelve minutes late. She started catastrophizing: carjacking, hit by a bus, struck by a falling piece of airplane fuselage, abducted by a madman.

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose/With my lost saints/I love thee with the breath/Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose/I shall but love thee better after death.

Like my father, I have devoted my life to treating animals, but that was the first time I had ever made the connection between the horrible things people do to animals and the even more horrific things they do to other human beings. Here was how a chain ripped flesh. Here was the damage wrought by kicking feet and punching fists.

He grinned. "It's cheaper than that

investigoogling

More women are murdered by their intimate partners than by any other group.

his chair again. He pulled at his mustache. "Well, I wish I could

Red shoes are for toddlers and whores," Ginny had quipped.