The Watson Girl Quotes

“The bigger the threat, the calmer they get. Have you ever seen a tiger freak out? Or a lion?”
― Leslie Wolfe, The Watson Girl

“Why do you always expect the worst? I don’t.”
― Leslie Wolfe, The Watson Girl

“Then, what makes some species sacred and other species game, by your twisted standards? Where’s that line drawn?”
― Leslie Wolfe, The Watson Girl

“Most people have no idea that one third of killers get away with it, in modern-day America.”
― Leslie Wolfe, The Watson Girl

“The further down the food chain we venture, the more acceptable it is for animal life to be sacrificed for your epicurean enjoyment.”
― Leslie Wolfe, The Watson Girl

“It has to do with the satisfaction we’re craving, the constant quest for gratification that enslaves us.”
― Leslie Wolfe, The Watson Girl

“Just picture yourself hungry, craving, lusting for a mouthful of gratifying taste.”
― Leslie Wolfe, The Watson Girl

“Two parts engineer, two parts teddy bear, one part mule, and one part street thug.”
― Leslie Wolfe, The Watson Girl

“What I want is clear, since the day I killed Watson. Since that exhilarating moment fifteen years ago, I’ve known exactly who I am, or at least I started to discover. I’m a predator, a deadly one. A skilled hunter with sharp instincts and a fearless heart. One kill, and I was hooked for life. I live for the thrill of the kill, anticipating whom I will choose next, how I will do it, planning every little detail over and over in my head. Counting the minutes until the day of the feast.”
― Leslie Wolfe, The Watson Girl

“thought, as she decided to get off the elevator with those two, on the eleventh floor. Then she’d go back downstairs, wait for the stranger to get lost somewhere, and not go back upstairs until she found Dan. She’d call him to apologize, invent something that would explain why she’d stood him up. Anything, only not to go back to her room alone, when the creepy stranger knew what floor she was on. A chime and the elevator came to a gentle stop on the eleventh floor. The young couple, entangled in a breathless kiss, almost missed it but eventually proceeded out of the cabin, and she took one step toward the door. “This isn’t your stop, Miss,” the stranger said, and the sound of his voice sent shivers down her spine. Instead of bursting through that door, she froze in place, petrified as if she’d seen a snake, and then turned to look at him. “Do I know you?” The stranger shook his head”
― Leslie Wolfe, The Watson Girl