Blindsighted Quotes
"Every woman lives with an undercurrent of fear just beneath the surface of her life."
"How does someone recover from the worst day of their life?"
"The focus of my work has never been on the crime, but on what the crime leaves behind."
"I hate to sound all arty, but I did not find my voice until I wrote Blindsighted."
"I think they should also write what they want to know, and I have always been fascinated by what motivates people to commit violent crime."
"Books should exist in the time and place in which they were written."
"A writer’s only job is to tell a good story. Whether or not that story resonates is up to the reader."
"In short, we have seen a lot of shit and we still manage to get out of bed every day and do our jobs."
"I finally started saying I would answer that question when people started asking my male counterparts why they wrote about such strong men."
"I’ve got it," she told her, scooping up the whole pile and dropping it on her desk.
"This is a ritualistic attack, not a one-off."
"The incision isn’t deep until the middle of the cross."
"There was vaginal penetration after he raped the wound."
"Getting drunk was something for the weak, a crutch for people who were not strong enough to live their own lives, to stand on their own two feet."
"The floor was still sticky from beer and crunchy from peanut shells."
"The Hut was a two-thirty bar, meaning everybody looked good at two-thirty in the morning."
"Lena had never liked her uncle. Unlike Sibyl, she wasn’t the forgiving type."
"His hands were cold as ice most days and a constant source of pain."
"Sibyl had often said the main reason Hank and Lena never got along was that they were too much alike."
"You could see that. She was kind of nervous in crowds."
"He was wearing a sleeveless T-shirt, and the needle tracks up his arms were on full display."
"What Ben did from this time until five o'clock, when he could be seen scooting down the street to the diner for his supper, was a mystery."
"Using a skill saw, Jeffrey cut a hole in the Sheetrock and installed a glass picture window so that he could sit at his desk and see his men."
"Her eyes were lit up, probably with the possibilities she saw in front of her son."
"Marla had been bringing him his coffee ever since."
"Jeffrey scratched his chin, looking around his office."
"The thought of making time to breathe, let alone have a boyfriend."
"He doesn’t like for her to have any time to herself at all."
"Anger was the only thing that made her feel like she was still alive."
"The biggest problem Jeffrey had with the school."
"They both looked to be about the same age, though Sibyl was in fact ten years older."
"She was sick, like, with grief, when they broke up."
"Standing hurt like a hot knife in his leg, but he could live with the pain."
"There was enough on his plate trying to find out who had killed Sibyl Adams."
"I don’t think he knows where she is, but maybe he saw something."
"This was the middle of a case, not a holiday."
"Dawn had broken about thirty minutes ago, but other than the clouds there wasn’t anything remarkable to see out the window."
"You have no idea how little that matters to me right now."
"Thank God Sara had been there or he would have two victims instead of one on his hands."
"Their lives were spent figuring out the best way to obtain their objectives."
"He knew Lena would not leave her guard at Julia Matthews’s bedside."
"I suppose she looked raped, but I wasn’t seeing it."
"Like somebody who can’t really take care of themselves."
"It’s like this, if I parked my car in the middle of Atlanta with the windows rolled down and the keys in the ignition, whose fault is it when somebody steals it?"
"I don’t know if I can stop anything anymore."
"He wasn’t about to break through it in three days."
"Pain shot through his leg as he walked toward his house."
"No matter what she had said, Wright was still a viable lead to what was going on in Grant County."
"I choose to be a good daughter to my parents and a supportive sister to Tessa."
"Sometimes it takes thinking you’ve lost something to realize the real value of it."
"For the first time in her life, Lena was not in control."
"I saw a tattoo on his arm of Jesus nailed to the cross."
"I tasted something in my mouth. I choked. It was vinegar."
"You can't tell Nessa!" Kayleigh rushed in behind her, still naked. "It was nothing, Beck. We got drunk and—"
"I’m going for a run." She yanked open a drawer. She looked for her socks, but of course none of her socks matched.
"Beck, come on." Kayleigh rubbed her bare arms. "She was going to break up with him anyway."
"I’m going to hand in my resignation tomorrow."
"Which me do you need?" she asked. "The one from before or the one who was raped?"
"They’re both the same person," he countered. "I need them both. I love them both."