Quotes from Karin Slaughter

They tried to bury us. They didn't know we were seeds. —Mexican Proverb

In a rare moment of candor, he had once told her that being in a library was like sitting down at a table laid with all his favorite foods but not being able to eat any of them. And he hated himself for it.

It's very important for your life to have meaning. Even on the days it makes you unhappy, you still need a purpose.

There were a few things she knew about Will Trent. He was tall, at least six-three, with a runner's lean body and the most beautiful legs she had ever seen on a man. His mother had been killed when he was less than a year old. He'd grown up in a children's home and never been adopted. He was a special agent with the GBI. He was one of the smartest men she had ever met, and he was so dyslexic that, as far as she could tell, he read no higher than a second-grade level.

You don't understand how the world works. That there are consequences you can't predict. That bad choices, bad deeds, can corrupt you.

Dyadic completion," Paul would've told Claire. "The human brain tends to assume that, if there's a victim, there has to be a villain.

A few years ago when she'd read Paul several passages from Fifty Shades of Grey, they'd both giggled like teenagers. The biggest fantasy in that book, Paul had said, is that he changes in the end.

somewhere on earth, there was always a book with an answer in it, and the best way to find that answer was to read every book you could get your hands on.

In her defense, her helicoptering tended to revolve around making sure that Dee could take care of herself. LEARN HOW TO TAKE OUT THE TRASH OR I WILL KILL YOU. LOVE MOM.

Proactive interference," Paul would have explained. "It's when previously acquired information inhibits our ability to process new information.

Some people are born with a hole inside them. They spend their lives trying to fill it. Sometimes it's pills, sometimes it's Jesus.

Sara was reminded of yet another one of Will's traits, which was that he had an uncanny knack for keeping his mouth shut when he didn't know what to say. This resulted in the sort of awkward moments that made Sara's dating life look downright ebullient.

If you love someone, you don't go out of your way to hurt them. You don't torture them. You don't terrify them or make them live in constant fear. That's not how love works. It's not how normal people work.

Rage had consumed her. She hadn't wanted to just murder him. She had wanted to empty her gun into his chest. And then she wanted to fill the holes with burning oil and dance in his still-warm blood. She had felt dead inside.

Broken: Never underestimate the power of a shared history.

His words hung between them, and Faith tried to pin down when exactly their relationship had gone from cooly professional to personal. There was something so kind about him under his awkward manners and social ineptness. Despite her best intentions, Faith realised that she could not hate Will Trent.

As hard as it was to hold on to things, it was even harder to let them go.

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.

That's the problem with life, Sam. If you're not rising, you're falling.

People were outraged. They were glued to their televisions, to their web pages, to their Facebook feeds. They vocally expressed sorrow, horror, fury, pain. They cried for change. They raised money. They demanded action. And then they went back to their lives until the next one happened again.

Will had found out the hard way that it's nearly impossible to go to sleep with a flatulent Chihuahua sharing your pillow.

The world stops for you when you're pretty. That's why women spend billions on crap for their faces. 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 them anymore. They cease to exist.

Will let out a long breath. She leaves me a lot. That's what she does. She leaves, and then she comes back. And then she stays some and then she leaves again. Where does she go? I have no idea. You've never asked her? No. Sara Didn't pretend to understand. Why not?. He glanced out into the street, watching the traffic zoom by. It's complicated.

He was playing chess and she was sucking at checkers.