Karin Slaughter Quotes

Herself, but what would she find? A kept woman who was incapable

If you lie with enough conviction, you can usually fool yourself.

Offer nothing

Older and she always got to drive. She opened

The luxury vacations had come as a personal affront to a woman who had survived the Great Depression, a world war, the death of a husband, the loss of two children, and countless other hardships. Clai...

Tutor in the computer lab. Claire was an art history major. She had never been good at math. Or at least she’d never tried to be, which was the same thing. She could vividly remember the first time sh...

. . he was about as forthcoming as an amnesiac with lockjaw.

All the sneakiness her sister had exhibited as a child had been honed to adult perfection, so that Claire could be standing right in front of an oncoming train and still insist that everything was goi...

As hard as it was to hold on to things, it was even harder to let them go.

Charlie had always told Lenore things that she would never admit to anyone else. Lenore had known Rusty for over fifty years. She was a black hole into which all of the Quinn family secrets disappeare...

Charlie’s affable countenance stood in direct opposition to their mother’s line. Her face, even with the bruises, was clearly still beautiful. She had always been so clever in the way that made people...

Claire laughed because it was easier than telling him to brush his hair out of his eyes and go back to college. She checked the time on her phone again. Paul was now twelve minutes late. She started c...

Claire slumped down into the overstuffed chair in her office as she watched her sister go through Paul’s collection of files. Lydia seemed energized by the prospect of uncovering more lurid details, b...

Claire stepped over a graveyard of cigarette butts as she followed him. The alley was T-shaped, intersecting with another service alley for the restaurants and shops. Hardly

Dyadic completion, Paul would’ve told Claire. The human brain tends to assume that, if there’s a victim, there has to be a villain.

Estevez,

Everyone had a reason for everything they did, even if that reason was sometimes stupidity.

Everyone knows you’re beautiful, he’d told her, but no one knows that you’re clever. Clever. Anybody could be smart. It took a special somebody to be clever.

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

Flowers in the Attic