Quotes from Karin Slaughter

There's a difference between needing to be saved and asking somebody who cares about you for help.

Holy shit." Nolan's tone was reverential. Claire had seen men get harder over Paul's garage than they ever got over a woman.

Kids like that didn't live the lives they wanted. They survived the lives they had.

Any cop would tell you that the best way to get someone to talk was to be quiet. There was a natural, human inclination to fill silence with noise.

He shrugged. "It's always the Sunday following the first full moon that occurs after the spring equinox." Will took a minute to realize he was speaking English.

Claire joined her, absently watching a lone squirrel hop across the decking and drink saline water from the pool. Asking what to do next was a loaded question, because what it all boiled down to was whether or not Claire wanted to know more. This was past red pill/blue pill. This was skinning the proverbial onion.

Claire didn't argue because Lydia was older and she always got to drive. She opened the mudroom door and left it unlocked. At this point, Claire welcomed the burglars to return. She would've left cookies out for them if she'd had the time.

First you must have the images. Then come the words." —Robert James Waller. Images. I had seen that word before—at least six times before on my annual reading sojourn to the sheriff's office. The word was connected to a deed and the deed was connected to an act and that act had been committed by a man and that man, I now understood, was connected to you.

Claire picked up the picture. They were at a football game. Paul's jacket was wrapped around her shoulders. She could recall thinking how warm it felt, how reassuring. The camera had captured her laughing, mouth open, head tilted back. Ecstatically, irrevocably happy.

These were the qualities that painted young me as smart and ambitious and young woman as trouble.

The glowing screen made her feel oddly at ease. She had been without her phone or iPad all night. Andy had not realized how much time she wasted listening to Spotify or checking Instagram and Snapchat and reading blogs and doing Hogwarts house sorting quizzes until she lacked the means to access them.

She couldn't stand them because she couldn't be more like them.

tutor in the computer lab. Claire was an art history major. She had never been good at math. Or at least she'd never tried to be, which was the same thing. She could vividly remember the first time she'd sat down with Paul and gone over one of her assignments.

Everyone knows you're beautiful," he'd told her, "but no one knows that you're clever." Clever. Anybody could be smart. It took a special somebody to be clever.

He narrows your life. That's what men like Nick do. They pull you away from everything you love so that they are the only thing you focus on." Laura felt the need to add, "If you let them.

no matter how far you rand, you always ended up back where you started.

The worst part was that she was turning into one of those annoying people who got so caught up whining about a bad situation that they forgot they were actually capable of doing something about it.

closer she got to forty, the more annoyed she was by people in their twenties.

She knew that there came a point when your mind told you everything was wrong, but your body betrayed you anyway, reaching out for whatever comfort was offered.

She had the rest of her life to think about hoe lonely she was. What she needed to do right now was get trough today. Or at least the next hour.

Andrea had nothing left to dig. She knew her stomach would probably shit out of her throat if she pushed herself any harder.

He is a man who is comfortable airing his opinions, and confident that every single word that comes out of his mouth is not just correct, but fascinating.

She closed the blade with a snap, tucking it into her back pocket as she went to let Nan in.

They can't walk down the street or order a coffee or stand on a corner without some idiot making a comment about how attractive they are. And then woman smile because it's easier than telling them to go fuck themselves. 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.