Quotes About Jeff Lindsay

I sighed; as comforting as it may be to some of us, sarcasm, like youth, is wasted on the young.

Always marveling at how New Age pseudo-philosophy had taken over the Internet.

For my part, my interest in Paris had faded away completely long ago when I learned that it was in France.

I suppose I should have died right then from pure misery and self-pity, but if those things were fatal, no one would ever make it past thirteen years old.

The honor of your presence is requested at the vivisection of your sister. Black heart optional.

Still a monster, of course, but I cleaned up nicely afterwards, and I was OUR monster, dressed in red, white, and blue 100 percent synthetic virtue.

I did not spend a great deal of my time worrying about anything—planning, yes, making sure that things went just right on my Special Nights Out. But worrying truly seemed to be an emotional activity rather than a rational one, and until now it had never furrowed my forehead. But

Ah, well," I stammered, overcome by the absolute shocking effrontery and absurdity of it—were all human women crazy?

He looked natural and unrushed, and had obviously had a lot of experience at either chicanery or skulduggery, depending on which word was better suited for describing officially sanctioned mischief.

I smiled at her, my most comforting, challenging, I'm-not-really-a-shark smile.

Have you ever been to this museum?" "No," she said, drawing the word out into three contemptuous syllables as only a ten-year-old girl can.

Baleen was a very pricey place that I would not have attempted on my own modest means. It has the kind of oak-paneled elegance that makes you feel the need for a cravat and spats.

We even had dessert, which seemed to me to be pushing the distract-them-with-food ploy a little far, particularly since neither Deborah nor I was at all distracted. But it was quite good food, so it would have been barbaric of me to complain.

Chutsky gave me such a warm, tolerant, patronizing smile that I would gladly have turned the pistol on him and pulled the trigger. "It's a pistol, buddy," he said. "What do you think it's for?

Well," I said, and I realized that it was at least the third time I'd said "well" since Deborah arrived. Was I really so flustered that I couldn't even manage basic conversation? "You caught the Hammer Killer. Congratulations, sis.

Oh, well, good," I said. And in spite of being well aware that I needed to maintain my sense of awe when speaking with Kraunauer, I was suddenly overcome with fatigue—and I yawned. "Excuse me," I said.

what fair-minded person could possibly call me "nothing but" a psychopath? I'm very good at board games, too.

Nasty habit, hurling half-digested food around like that. So unsanitary. And this was a guardian of public safety, too.

Kraunauer jumped in behind the wheel and started the car. It started right up, with a purr like a large cat with a throat full of honey. "All right," he said. "Where are you staying?

All right," I said, since there wasn't much else to say. "But I don't know if I can show you how blood spatter works without showing you blood." He

Sí?"she said shyly, and I marveled once again at the power of my totally smarmy synthetic charm. And in two languages, too.

To be truthful, she couldn't catch any of them unless they hurled themselves off a building and into the front seat of her car, but this didn't seem like a good time to bring that up.

We are monsters, stamped from birth with forbidden hungers, and these can no more be Corrected than can the need to breathe. Bird

Blah. It was as stupid as it was embarrassing and enervating.