Quotes from Kathy Reichs

The mental images were liquifying so I could no longer separate what I was recalling from the past from what I'd seen in detailed photos that afternoon. Like life. I've long suspected that many of my memories from childhood are actually drawn from old pictures, That they are composed of snapshots, A mosaic of celluloids Images reworked into a remembered reality. Kodak cast backwards. Maybe it's better to recall the past that way. We rarely take pictures of sad occasions.

While I am an active participant, I can never accept the impersonality of the system. It is like looting on the most personal level. At least I would give this victim a name. Death in anonymity would not be added to the list of violations he or she would suffer.

As we ate, I half-listened to her tale of woe featuring a horse and her ex-husband and one of her twins. Made comforting noises at all the right spots.

Why do all your brilliant ideas involve felonies?

An elite confederacy of nerds. My peeps

You'll start talking, and pretty soon we'll all start nodding, and then the next thing you know, I'm hang gliding off the Eiffel Tower at night, being chased by ninja vampires

Who's going to rob us? A crackhead crab? A jellyfish junkie?

Parallel tough-guy nods. Man fix boat! Man be strong! "What now?" I asked, hoping to divert the two from actually beating their chests.

Let's do it. Monkeys are always funny. You pretty much can't go wrong with a monkey, right? Hi paused. Well unless that monkey wants you dead, or does needle drugs or something. Then it's wrong, and a bad monkey.

Death in anonymity is the ultimate insult to human dignity.

We did just leave an insane asylum," Hi agreed. "For all we know, Chance spend his nights dancing naked with sock puppets, plotting to invade Canada.

Booth: "You're a smart ass, you know that?" Brennan: "Objectively I'd say I'm very smart, although it has nothing to do with my ass.

You all right now?" "I'm exceptional. Wonderful. Thanks for the concern. You complete me.

Ahh! Lady Pillows. So much fluffier than mine." He took a giant whiff. "Why does everything girlie smell so delightful?" "Because we acknowledge the importance of basic hygiene. And periodically clean our bathrooms." "Brilliant. I should write that down. After all, it takes a village.

She wanted to feel safe. Untouchable in her home. The ultimate female fantasy.

Whitney smacked Coop's snout while simultaneously pressing herself deeper into the couch. Coop fixed her with an unblinking ice-blue stare, gray-brown fur bristling along his spine. "Tory!" Whitney squealed. "He's going to attack!" "Maybe." I walked into the kitchen and snagged a Diet Coke from the fridge. "Try to protect your throat.

Tory a father isn't supposed to fear his fourteen-year-old daughter. That being said, you terrify me.

God help anyone who messes with the Virals!

I see you, Ben. I always have. You're in my pack." He pulled away. "What if being packmates isn't enough for me?

Ben locked his eyes on mine for a long moment. Then, "How?" "How do you think?" I smiled, then slapped him full across the face

Amazing." Hi stripped off his shirt, wrung it out. "Score one for your honker." "Thanks, I think." I cocked my chin at Hi's substantial midsection. "Nice abs." "Yeah, I work out twice a month. No expectations. But stop hitting on me, it's embarrassing.

Observing Ben's struggle, Hi scratched his chin. Glanced at me. Shrugged. Then he quietly slipped around behind Ben. And, without ceremony, kicked him in the ass. Hard

Ben yanked Hi sideways as spikes snapped from the wall…Once again, only Ben's reflexes had saved him. "Please stop doing that!" Ben barked. "Please keep doing that!" Hi warbled.

Hey, check this weirdo out." Hi was inspecting a bust on the mantel. "This face is ninety percent eyebrow. What do you want to bet he owned slaves?" Scowling to match the carving's expression, Hi spoke in a gravelly voice. "In my day, we ate the poor people. We had a giant outdoor grill, and we cooked up peasant steaks every Sunday."