Quotes from J.A. Konrath

While the modern Bible is missing many of its original passages, the Book of Bob isn't one of them. You're probably getting it confused with the lost Book of Fred.

Like people would ever want to read books on an electronic screen.

What happens to rage deferred? It explodes. It explodes in spectacular fashion.

Ain't no point in having a god, man, if he's just a slum lord never does nothin'.

author of more than

You're sick in the head.

Society is a codependent group of narcissistic hypocrites without mirrors.

If it takes every cent of my money, every single one of my vast resources, I'll see to it that you never insure another vehicle again. When I get done with you, you won't be able to put on roller skates without the Feds breathing down your neck.

I'm no porn star, but what I lack in size I make up for in speed. --- Harry McGlade

Frank," Andy said slowly, "I don't think the hellspawn wants to play checkers with you.

Besides, if a guy couldn't accept the way a woman looked when she woke up, he wasn't worth waking up next to. Not

You remember what you told me, Mom? That there are no medals for the completion of a good life? I've been thinking about that. About how no one wins. Like you said, it's impossible to win, because the finish line is death.

I picked up a transsexual hooker named Thor, all six feet of her, at the off ramp to Eau Claire, Wisconsin, as I was driving up north to kill a man.

Mothers shouldn't be allowed to get old and fragile.

But Thor and I weren't going to happen, ever. I didn't tell her this. I might be a killer, but I'm not mean.

Your species. You have a terrific capacity for effing things up. For hurting one another. For making the world a worse place. But then you invent something like ice cream. That makes up for a lot. Makes you worth rooting for.

Nothing is black and white. There are no universal standards that determine what's good and what's evil. It's subjective.

God, you're so hot, Irena. When are we going to get together, have ourselves a litter of little kiggens?" "On the first of never, Andy. And they wouldn't be kiggens. They'd be pities.

The truth is, she has no idea how many have died at her hands. It's like counting the number of times you've had sex. Maybe you can remember the first fifty. After that, everything becomes a blur.

When someone threatens me, I don't threaten them back. Bad people don't respond to threats. They respond to violence. The only time I point a gun at someone is when I'm going to shoot that person.

Georgia hated all of them. Hated them passionately. She preferred to stay lost than ask for help from those idiots. So

People aren't carved out of marble. We're all works in progress. The trick is to define ourselves, rather than let outside influences define us.

No. I think guns are just a symbolic substitute for male genitalia, and I'm okay in that respect." "Fine. If they get in the house, you can whack them with your genitals.

The scariest monsters have the best masks.