Quotes from Karin Slaughter

This was the beginning of something that might lead to everything or nothing at all. To

My father is dead. My husband left me. The last few days have been the shittiest days I've had since you were shot and Mama died. I'm sorry I'm not happy and peppy for you, but my give-a-fuck is broken .

Just about every gang in America had started as a group of minorities, be they Irish, Jewish, Italian, or other, banding together for survival. It generally took a couple of years before they started doing worse than was done to them.

You were still trying to figure out what to do with all the rage and lust and anger that sparked up like a forest fire for no reason. Will had been exactly like them at that age—so damn desperate for someone to show him how to be a man.

Going outside was like walking straight into the mouth of a yawning dog.

At least she knew where she fell on his list of priorities: right behind Betty.

Dash was a horrible person, but men tended to be horrible in predictable ways. A furious woman was capable of inflicting immense psychological damage, the kind that stuck around long after the wounds healed.

Lydia supposed his headstone had been ordered. Something large and garish made of the finest marble and phallic shaped because being dead didn't stop you from being a dick.

God grant me the confidence of a mediocre white man.

You were wrong," she told Paul, because he had been a pedantic asshole who thought he was right about everything. "You said I would be dead in a gutter by now. You said I was worthless. You said that no one would believe me because I didn't matter.

As perhaps the Russians would tell us, 'When money speaks, the truth keeps silent.

Julia." Lydia looked back at the woman with the broom. She was scraping chairs across the sidewalk as she put together the tables. Claire said, "That skeevy jackass who got Dad arrested still runs the place." Lydia could vividly recall Helen talking about Sam's arrest in her librarian voice, a furious whisper that could freeze an open flame.

She asked, "Was that really your dinner—two hot dogs and a Krispy Kreme doughnut?" "Four doughnuts." "What does your cholesterol look like?" "I guess it's white like what they show in the commercials.

Being dead is a bit like being stupid, isn't it? Easy for you, but hard for the people around you.

Nice to have an option," Sara mumbled. Cathy had practically poked her girls with a stick. "What

Coach Henley gave his whistle two short blasts to get the team moving. The Westerly Women ambled over and formed a half circle. The Mothers stamped their feet on the bleachers, trying to build excitement for a game that would unfold with the same painful drama as a mime's funeral. The opposing team hadn't even bothered to warm up. Their shortest player was six feet tall

Coach Henley gave his whistle two short blasts to get the team moving. The Westerly Women ambled over and formed a half circle. The Mothers stamped their feet on the bleachers, trying to build excitement for a game that would unfold with the same painful drama as a mime's funeral. The opposing team hadn't even bothered to warm up. Their shortest player was six feet tall and had hands the size of dinner plates.

Paul. She hadn't just watched him die. She had taken in his death like a hummingbird drawing nectar.

I want to feel normal again," she once told me. "Maybe if I pretend I am for long enough, it might actually happen.

was a truth universally acknowledged that your mother was the only person in the world who could say, "Your hair looks nice," but what you heard was, "Your hair always looks awful except for this one, brief moment in time.

This was the beginning of something that might lead to everything or nothing at all.

And less dangerous, because if a man rejects a woman, she goes home and cries for a few days. If a woman rejects a man, he can rape and kill her.

Claire didn't understand the appeal of being drugged. She had thought the purpose was to make you numb, but if anything, she was feeling everything much too intensely. She couldn't shut down her brain. She felt shaky. Her tongue was too thick for her mouth. Maybe she was doing it wrong.

snorted coke because a boyfriend told her