Quotes from Karin Slaughter

My point is that you see these people in a way that I will never see them. Your experiences are no longer my experiences. I can't guide you any longer because I don't know where you're going.

You are an enigma wrapped in a sticky bun.

badness doesn't come all at once. The dominoes fall over time. You hurt someone by mistake and they let you get away with it. Then you try hurting them on purpose, and they still stick around. And then you realize that the more you hurt them, the better you feel. So you keep hurting them, and they keep hanging on, and the years roll by and you convince yourself that the fact that they still stand by you means that the pain you cause is okay.

What a rapist takes from a woman is her future. The person she is going to become, who she is supposed to be, is gone. In many ways, it's worse than murder, because he has killed that potential person, eradicated that potential life, yet she still lives and breathes, and has to figure out another way to thrive." He waved his hand in the air. "Or not, in some cases.

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.

Getting drunk was something for the weak, a crutch for people who were not strong enough to live their own lives, to stand on their own two feet. Drinking was running away from something.

Jeffrey felt too blindsided

Redneck alarm," Charlie told her. You couldn't step foot in the Holler without a hundred dogs howling your arrival. The deeper in you went, the more young white men you'd see standing on their front porches, one hand holding their cell phone and the other under their shirt rubbing their belly.

The man said, "The vaccine put microchips in my brain." Callie confided, "I'm worried my cat is saving up to buy a motorcycle.

Are you not answering because you don't want me to know or are you not answering because you want to annoy me? That is a complicated question with an equally complicated answer.

She recited the only prayer Laura had ever taught her. "God grant me the confidence of a mediocre white man.

Sua mãe e eu sempre ficávamos muito satisfeitos, em segredo, com o fato de você ser tão determinada e intensa em relação a suas causas. Quando você foi embora, entendemos que essas eram as qualidades que definem os homens como espertos e ambiciosos e as mulheres como um problema.

You are my child. I am your mother." Helen sounded resolute. "I won't apologize for doing my job.

Existe gentileza em muitos lugares inesperados.

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.

Dad. I knew that was it. No more holding my hand. No more sitting in my lap. No more throwing your arms around my waist when I walked through the front door or standing on my shoes while we danced around the kitchen. I would be the bank now. The ride to your friend's house. The critic of your biology homework. The signature on the check mailed away with your college application.

That's what love is, Sara, when there are so many things about you that you only want one person in the world to know.

Therefore all things whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do ye even so to them: for this is the law and the prophets.' " "The Golden Rule," Charlie said. "Do unto others as they do unto you.

You've fallen into the habit of feeling low. You can get used to anything, especially bad things. But the only direction now is up. You can't fall off the floor.

First you must have the images. Then come the words." —Robert James Waller.

There was no part of this house that felt inviting. Paul's cold, calculating hand could be seen behind every choice. The concrete on the entryway floor was polished to a dark mirror straight out of Snow White. The spiral stairs looked like a robot's asshole. The endless white walls made Lydia feel like she was trapped inside a straightjacket. The sooner she was out of here the better.

Will hated those cops, had worked more than a few cases where he'd gotten them kicked off the force. You couldn't say you were one of the good guys if you did the same thing the bad guys did.

Personality shots," her roommates used to call the first drinks of the night. Liquid courage. Whatever you called it, the point was to turn off the voice in your head that reminded you of everything wrong in your life.

This women's lib stuff works for rich girls, but all you've got going for you is your face and your figure. You need to take advantage of both before you lose them.