Quotes from Karin Slaughter

I had experienced a TIA, which of course further infuriated your mother (she has always been hostile to abbreviation).

Toddlers are like the worst inmates. When they're not lying to your face and tearing up your shit, they're napping, pooping, or trying to think of different ways to fuck with you.

but the emergency room was a young person's game, the sort of place you ran screaming from before you hit your thirties.

cunt on the blackboard.

It was a triptych, three canvases hinged together to make one image when it was open, another image when it was closed. He had always assumed she liked the duplicity of the piece. It was just like Angie, one thing inside, another out. Just like Michael Ormewood, come to think of it. What a perfect pair.

John had learned a long time ago that the reason the middle class had it so good was because they expected things to be better. They wouldn't settle for less than they were worth. They'd just get into their shiny cars and go where they were appreciated. Poor people, on the other hand, were used to just taking what was given to them and being grateful for it.

How do you trick a psychopath into telling the truth?" Laura kept silent for so long that Andrea wasn't sure she was still on the line. Eventually, her mother said, "You do the same thing that they do to you—you make them think that you believe in them.

People just dump their trash here and don't even care about who has to pick it up. Like they think the trash fairy's gonna do it or something.

Their whole life, they're the center of attention. People want to be around them just because they're attractive. Their jokes are funnier. Their lives are better. And then suddenly, they get bags under their eyes or they put on a little weight and no one cares about

You think I'm joking? she asked. I'm three weeks late. Finally, he came up with Stress can do that, right? So can sperm.

Everybody thought that history was like a book with a beginning, a middle, and an end. That's not how it worked. Real life was all middle.

Claire knew full well from the videos that there were things a man could do to a woman that didn't kill her, but made her wish she was dead.

I hadn't planned on sounding like J.J. from Good Times, but that's the gist.

the great thing about lying was people believed it so long as the lie was close enough to the truth. Lena

This seemed to be how dads taught their boys to be men, but there had to be a point, maybe early on, when they were able to hold their hands. One tiny one engulfed by one big one.

Why are you smiling? she asked. I kissed the inside of her wrists and answered what I felt at that moment was the absolute truth. Because everything is perfect. This is what I know that I am: A fool.

It was like she was standing on the beach in the middle of a hurricane.

Sweetheart, I know you're an adult, but adults are like vampires. The older ones are much more powerful." Claire

Nancy's last sentence is on the last page in your file. There is nothing more we know. As the sheriff might say, we don't have anything farther.

Claire lunged toward her desk. She opened the drawer. Lydia's file was still hidden inside. Claire's relief was so pronounced that she wanted to cry. She touched her fingers to her cheek. She was crying. Her tear ducts were on constant standby for anything that would send them over. Instead of giving in to it, Claire shut the drawer. She wiped her eyes. She stood up. She straightened her shirt as she made her way to the kitchen.

Lydia's vingers stuitten op de lege bodem van de chipszak. Ze voelde zich ellendig. Ze had die chips helemaal niet gewild. Na de eerste hap proefde ze ze eigenlijk niet eens meer.

Which was a damn good thing, because if another human being treated you the way a toddler did—threw food in your face, questioned your every move, unraveled all of the aluminum foil off the roll, yelled at the silverware, made you clean shit off their ass, peed in your bed, peed in your car, peed on you while you were cleaning up their pee, demanded that you repeat everything at least sixteen times and then screeched at you for talking too much—then you would probably kill them.

Charlie turned off the engine. She asked, "Can you make the walk?" "Yes." Charlie didn't move. "I don't want to be a jerk—" "Be a jerk." "If you fall in front of those bitches, they'll laugh

Because I want you to stay at Rick's tonight." Lydia paused. "Because I said so." She paused again. "Sweetheart, I know you're an adult, but adults are like vampires. The older ones are much more powerful.