Quotes from Tess Gerritsen

Gradually the beep of the EKG slowed. Against the steady rhythm of that heartbeat, the two women gazed at each other. If Catherine had recognized a part of herself in Nina's eyes, so, too, did Nina seem to recognize herself in Catherine's. The silent sisterhood of victims. There are more of us than anyone will ever know.  

I guess it's that time of month.

So there was truth to what Julian had just said, about being strange. He was not normal, and he never would be. Cast out by his own family, thrust alone into the wilderness, he'd learned to rely on himself. He had killed a man. Although that killing was in self-defense, the spilling of another's blood changes you forever, and she wondered how deeply that memory still haunted him.

what she did believe in was the power of remembrance. Only the forgotten are truly dead.

The greatest challenge in writing your book is maintaining the drive to finish it.

Something as deeply personal as faith should not be subjected to another person's contempt.

Then she walked out of his church, and back into her own world.

it for Regina. You'll look so cute together! Mom and daughter in matching dresses!" "Regina's cute. I'm definitely not." Angela's lip began to quiver. It was a sign as subtly ominous as the first

Having a child meant your heart was always at the world's mercy.

don't fall for a man who'll break your heart

She was who she was, and either you accepted it or you could just go to hell.

night." "Just some sore muscles. That's all." She shrugged

He's here to take revenge. A third shot thunders and I dart toward the blackness of the bush, am almost to the perimeter wire when I stumble over something and go down on my knees. I feel warm flesh, long tangled hair. And blood. One of the blondes. Instantly I'm back on my feet, fleeing blindly into the night. Hear bells clang as my boot snags the perimeter wire. The next bullet comes so close I can hear it whistle past.

We're not trying to mess

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There are far scarier things in this world than dead bodies.

Some people just couldn't commit to their own health. Instead they wasted their energy worrying about things they could do nothing about.

Look into his mind, his universe. We may think it's sick, but for him, this place is a little slice of paradise. A place where the dead are laid to rest. Just the place the Dominator would come. He walks around here and probably imagines a whole harem of sleeping women right beneath his feet.

Happy people are self-contained; they breathe different air and are subject to different laws of gravity.

She knew Rollo was trying to intimidate her with the evil eye. Rattle the cop, throw her off balance. He was like too many other assholes she'd known, and his stare was nothing new. Just the last resort of a loser.

There are hazards to every job, just like there are hazards to getting up in the morning. Driving to work, walking to the mailbox. Boarding a plane... The surprise isn't that we die. The surprise is how and when we die.

a Dr. Mikovitz. He says you left a message this morning with one of his colleagues." "Oh, of course." Maura picked up the phone. "This is Dr. Isles." Jane turned her gaze back to the X ray, to those three parallel nicks on the cheekbones. She tried to imagine what could have left such a mark. It was a tool that neither she nor Maura had encountered before.

Children are like fomites. What? Spreading infections everywhere they go.

Because feeling uncomfortable is what a college education is all about—being exposed to disturbing aspects of human experience. We're talking about twentysomething adults who are exposed to a lot worse in the daily news. I'm not going to infantilize them.