Quotes from Karin Slaughter

Charlie watched her husband's boss grip the sides of the podium like he was about to sodomize it.

Hope' is the thing with feathers/That perches in the soul/And sings the tune without the words/And never stops–at all.

Claire hates you now. She believes me. She will never, ever take you back. We are never ever ever getting back together. Taylor Swift. How many times had Dee played that song after she caught Heath Carmichael cheating

If you want to measure the height of a mountain, the hardest part isn't finding the peak, it's figuring out where the bottom starts.

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. "Why

Leigh was constantly amazed when rich white people assumed the system always worked until they found themselves wrapped up in it. Then, it had to be some kind of God damned conspiracy.

You can't light a match, then act surprised when your house burns down.

I must confess, sweetheart, that I have been neglecting my wall of clues. My "useless gallimaufry," your mother called it on the one and only occasion she deigned to look at my work. I sagely agreed with her observation but of course I went running to the dictionary as soon as she was gone. Gallimaufry: a hodgepodge; a confused jumble of various people or things; any absurd medley.

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

Her wedding ring, her gentle brush-offs, and her outright rejection had been minor obstacles compared to the big no of another man kissing her cheek.

Granted Laura spent most of her time on Nextdoor but that was because people who lived year-round in beach towns were either busybodies, lunatics, and/or possible serial killers.

He had given weight to her life, tied her down to the world when her natural inclination had always been to float above everything, as if it were happening to someone else.

It is a father's job to love his daughter in the way she needs to be loved.

She had seen this before. She knew that you could put it all in a little box and close it up later, that you could go on with your life if you didn't sleep too much, didn't breathe too much, didn't live too much so that death came back and snatched you away for the taking.

Only...ever...you.

Callie would never understand how Bill Gates had been shortsighted enough to give everybody easy access to the internet so that some day, these jackasses could reveal all of his dastardly plans.

Why is it that we always neglect the things that matter most? This is a universal question, because through the days and weeks and months and years after your disappearance, I understood that I did not cherish you enough. I never told you that I loved you enough. I never held you enough. I never listened to you enough. You

It's always sad when someone dies of a cliché.

Your mother was not surprised to hear me say this. This was a time when the pendulum of hope still swung back and forth between us, so that some days she took to her bed with sorrow and some days she came home from the store with a shirt or a sweater or a pair of jeans that she would give you when you returned home to us.

She had told herself when she put on her sweatpants this morning that she was going to the gym, and she had gone near the gym, but only because there was a Starbucks in the parking lot.

It didn't take a Harvard economist to figure out that it'd be a hell of a lot cheaper spending money on helping keep kids safe when they were younger than it was to put them in jail when they were older.

Do what?" Buddy sounded flip. His eyes darted down to the wad of cash. "You got what you wanted." She shook her head. She had never wanted this. She had wanted to feel safe. To feel protected. To have someone interested in her life, her thoughts, her dreams.

women with a little bit of power can be much harder than men. Especially on other women. They have to distance themselves from the weakness of their sex. Yes?

She had always believed—vehemently, with great conviction—that the only way to change the world was to destroy it.