Quotes from Karin Slaughter

Will knew from Angie that the girls seldom got to keep any cash. The pimps took care of their living quarters, their food, their clothes. All the girls had to do was risk their lives and health every night by tricking whatever john pulled up with the right amount of cash. It was modern slavery, which was ironic, considering most if not all of the pimps were black.

Her capacity for detail was astounding, if not highly annoying during arguments.

No matter how far you run, you always ended up back where you started.

nothing in the house. I'll need to shower

Claire stepped over a graveyard of cigarette butts as she followed him. The alley was T-shaped, intersecting with another service alley for the restaurants and shops. Hardly

Brent Lockwood had been sixteen (almost seventeen) to Julia's fifteen (closer to fourteen). He had asked her father for permission to take her out, and her father had told him to get a haircut, get a job, and get back to him.

People don't take power. Somebody has to give it to them.

Will's scars were both emotional and physical. He didn't trust people - at least not enough. Getting him to talk about his feelings was like pulling teeth. Actually, getting him to talk about anything of true importance was like pulling the Titanic through quicksand. With a shoestring.

I guess you can go into all that feminist bullshit about how women should be able to do whatever they want to do and men should just get used to it, but . . ." Lena paused again. "It's like this," she said. "If I parked my car in the middle of Atlanta with the windows rolled down and the keys in the ignition, whose fault is it when somebody steals it?

May God keep my going out and my coming in from now on and ever more.

It wasn't enough for Julia to be taken away from the family. All the good things about her had to be taken away, too.

fault. That the world isn't just changing. It's passing you by.

Evil people can do good. Good people can do evil. Why does this happen sometimes? Because it's Tuesday.

Claire jumped right into the story. "There was a Thunderbolt cable

That's how it's been happening since Jesus lost his sandals.

There are good days and bad days, and as long as there aren't too many of either, you get along with your life fine.

Eighteen years ago, Lydia had told her that the problem with Paul Scott was that he didn't see Claire as a normal, imperfect human being. He was blind to her faults. He covered her missteps. He would never challenge her or scare her or infuriate her or stir up any of those fiery emotions that made it worthwhile to put up with a man's bullshit.

The entire world gave men the responsibility for everything in it except for their dicks.

Well, it's not like the good guys are lining up to date a cop, and I'm certainly not attracted to the type of useless asshole who'd want to marry a female police officer.

She had no children, or perhaps she had eaten them when they were young.

Kate had shot a man with a gun very similar to this one. She had been aiming for his chest and winged his shoulder, but as her people would say, closeness only counts in taxes and horseshoes.

Was it worth it to wonder where her mother had gotten all of this money? She would be better served wondering how many unicorns were left in the forest.

I see you, she told him. I see exactly who you are.

Dušo, znam da imaš posla i znam da ?e biti opasno, ali u što god da se danas uvališ, ne?e biti ni približno tako opasno po život kao ono što ?e se dogoditi ako mi ikad više napraviš ono što si mi radio sino? i nakon toga zaklju?iš da se drugo jutro možeš izvu?i sa rukovanjem. Dobro?