Jennifer Kincheloe > Jennifer's Quotes

“We who make stories know that we tell lies for a living. But they are good lies that say true things, and we owe it to our readers to build them as best we can. Because somewhere out there is someone who needs that story. Someone who will grow up with a different landscape, who without that story will be a different person. And who with that story may have hope, or wisdom, or kindness, or comfort. And that is why we write.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book

“Wolf sincerely regretted disappointing her. He was disappointed. She might be a bad liar, but she had nerve, and she was a luscious little peach. “Thank you for coming in, Mrs. Holmes,” he said. She caught her trembling, rosebud lip between her teeth and extended her hand. He shook it. It was as soft as petals. She let him hold it a moment too long, and took a deep, sad, quivering breath. A button popped off the front of her frock, revealing an oval of creamy white, and before he could stop his mouth it said, “You're hired.”
― Jennifer Kincheloe, The Secret Life of Anna Blanc

“The last thing he wanted was to be caught alone with Anna in a dressing room when she was in her underwear, and he didn't want to leave her because, well, he was alone with Anna in a dressing room and she was in her underwear.”
― Jennifer Kincheloe, The Secret Life of Anna Blanc

“Anna Blanc was the most beautiful woman ever to barrel down Long Beach Strand with the severed head of a Chinese man.”
― Jennifer Kincheloe, The Woman in the Camphor Trunk

“Anna shouted, “Help me! I’m naked and covered in honey!” Wolf slid across the kitchen tile, heading for the basement stairs like Hermes in a footrace. “Hold tight, honeybun! Here I come!” Joe Singer charged behind him with the lantern. Wolf was not going to see Anna in her honey, even if he had to shoot him. This was not police work. This was personal. He hurled himself at Wolf. “She’s my girl!” “Not anymore!”
― Jennifer Kincheloe, The Woman in the Camphor Trunk

“Anna lifted her chin, “Forgive my interruption, Mr. President, but I am Assistant Matron Anna Blanc, and I’ve come about the singsong girls.” She remembered herself and bowed. No one bowed back. They simply stared at her. After a moment, Tom Foo Yuen said, in his tar-thick accent, “You are a brave, strange woman, Matron Blanc.” Anna had heard that before.”
― Jennifer Kincheloe, The Woman in the Camphor Trunk

“On her back, she could feel the eyes of Our Lady Queen of Angels, Saint Joseph, John the Baptist, and the Magdalene. On her legs, she could feel the heat of his nearness through three inches of air and five blessed layers of fabric. She closed her eyes. “Anna?” Joe said. Anna’s eyes popped open, her cheeks a little flushed in the candlelight. “I was thinking about . . . crime.”
― Jennifer Kincheloe, The Woman in the Camphor Trunk