Fractured Quotes

“Everyone had a reason for everything they did, even if that reason was sometimes stupidity.”
― Karin Slaughter, Fractured

“You can only make decisions with the information you have at the time”
― Karin Slaughter, Fractured

“His words hung between them, and Faith tried to pin down when exactly their relationship had gone from cooly professional to personal. There was something so kind about him under his awkward manners and social ineptness. Despite her best intentions, Faith realised that she could not hate Will Trent.”
― Karin Slaughter, Fractured

“When you’re drowning, you don’t stop to teach somebody else how to swim.”
― Karin Slaughter, Fractured

“Sometimes, all you could do was pray for the strength to carry on.”
― Karin Slaughter, Fractured

“There was one lone Caucasian in the bunch. With her hemp sandals, batik dress and the long, gray ponytail hanging down her back, she radiated white guilt like a cheap space heater.”
― Karin Slaughter, Fractured

“you cannot fight a man’s history.”
― Karin Slaughter, Fractured

“Even on Abigail’s wedding day, Beatrice had told her daughter to be careful, that men were selfish creatures at their core, and there were only a handful of them who managed to overcome that natural inclination.”
― Karin Slaughter, Fractured

“We see this with abused children sometimes, where, as a form of self-defense, they’ve learned to read mood and nuance better than the typical child. They absorb an incredible amount of blame to keep the peace. They are the ultimate survivors.”
― Karin Slaughter, Fractured

“The irony was that it was other women—other mothers—she was worried about. The ones who so easily passed judgment on their own sex, as if sharing certain biological characteristics made them experts on the subject. Abigail knew this mind-set because she had shared it back when she had the luxury of her safe and perfect life. She had read the stories about Madeleine McCann and JonBenet Ramsey, following every detail of the cases, judging the mothers just as harshly as everyone else had. She had seen Susan Smith pleading to the media and read about Diane Downs’s despicable violence against her own children. It had been so easy to pass judgment on these women—these mothers—to sit back on the couch, sip her coffee, and pronounce them too cold or too hard or too guilty, simply because she had caught five seconds of their faces on the news or in People magazine. And now, in the ultimate karmic payback of all time, Abigail would be the one on the cameras. She would be the one in the magazines. Her friends and neighbors, worst of all, complete strangers, would be sitting on their own couches making snap judgments about Abigail’s actions.”
― Karin Slaughter, Fractured

“see this with abused children sometimes, where, as a form of self-defense, they’ve learned to read mood and nuance better than the typical child. They absorb an incredible amount of blame to keep the peace. They are the ultimate survivors.”
― Karin Slaughter, Fractured

“This seemed to be how dads taught their boys to be men, but there had to be a point, maybe early on, when they were able to hold their hands. One tiny one engulfed by one big one.”
― Karin Slaughter, Fractured

“Or was she making a connection that wasn’t there, like an amputee who still feels a missing arm or leg long after it’s gone?”
― Karin Slaughter, Fractured

“eighty percent of the population was categorized as secretors, meaning their blood type showed up in body fluids like saliva and semen. If Emma Campano was a secretor, they could easily tell her blood type by testing the urine.”
― Karin Slaughter, Fractured

“Her only question then had been, Why am I not enough? Now her only question was Why are you such a needy bastard? “I just needed a break,” he told her, another old standard.”
― Karin Slaughter, Fractured

“the easiest way for a man to get into your heart was if you imagined what he was like as a child.”
― Karin Slaughter, Fractured

“Like most bullies, he could never sustain any one emotion.”
― Karin Slaughter, Fractured

“children sometimes, where, as a form of self-defense, they’ve learned to read mood and nuance better than the typical child. They absorb an incredible amount of blame to keep the peace. They are the ultimate survivors.” Faith”
― Karin Slaughter, Fractured

“Monte Carlo was blocking the driveway. The trashcan was still on the curb, so he dragged it up to the garage. The motion lights came on, blinding him. Will held up his hand to block the light as he unlocked the front door. ‘Hey,’ Angie said. She was lying on the couch in front of the television, wearing a pair of cotton boxer shorts and a tank top. She didn’t take her eyes off the set as Will let his gaze travel along her bare leg. He felt the urge to climb onto the couch and go to sleep beside her, or maybe something else. That wasn’t how their relationship worked, though. Angie had never been the nurturing type and Will was pathologically incapable of asking for anything he needed. The first time they had met”
― Karin Slaughter, Fractured

“It was getting to be so ridiculous, she was surprised there weren't special schools for the boring, average children.”
― Karin Slaughter, Fractured

“You don’t kidnap somebody if you love them. They come to you. They choose you. Not the other way around.”
― Karin Slaughter, Fractured

“Her hearing had faded out as soon as he’d touched her—maybe it was the angels playing harps or the exploding fireworks. Maybe her drink was too strong or her heart was too lonely.”
― Karin Slaughter, Fractured

“In Abigail’s experience, women certainly loved their mothers, but there was always some kind of thing that lived between them. Envy? History? Hate? This thing, whatever it was, made girls gravitate toward their fathers. For his part, Hoyt Bentley had relished spoiling his only child. Beatrice, Abigail’s mother, had resented the lost attention. Beautiful women did not like competition, even if it was from their own daughters.”
― Karin Slaughter, Fractured

“Talk about sloppy seconds. Was there such a thing as sloppy thousandths?”
― Karin Slaughter, Fractured