Quotes from Chelsea Cain

Our relationship is complicated by the fact that I am emotionally retarded.

Something about the way she moves through the world does not lend itself to the care of fragile objects.

Ugly people kill people all the time. But when pretty people did, it got attention.

Whatever you think this is going to be like," she whispers, "it's going to be worse.

There will be time to diet when people stopped killing one another.

But people in masks were always assholes. It was a scientific law. Give someone anonymity and all social niceties break down. The Internet had proven that.

Debbie often talked about Gretchen as if she was his mistress. But to Archie it sometimes felt like the other way around. As if, by moving back in with his ex-wife, he was cheating on Gretchen. That was probably worthy of bringing up in therapy

Lovely chatting with you, darling, but I've got to run. Face it, you're always more content when you're chasing me than when you have me locked up. I think we're going to have a lot of fun.

You find that you have lot of time on your hands when you suddenly are not drinking because you are pregnant.

Great. First the anonymous call. Now letters. Body parts all over town. It was like a scavenger hunt for psychos. Running after clues with a half-deranged, serial-killer-obsessed, recovering-addict cop was not a good idea. Then again...

I like to think of you not being able to end your suffering,' she said. 'I like to think of you not being able to satisfy your blood-lust,' he said.

You're a fucking aberration, sweetheart.

That woman was always very good at not seeing what was in front of her. In my experience, people who lie to themselves long enough don't even know when they're blind.

Even the most blatant assholes seemed to function in a state of grace when confronted with the brutal loss of a loved one. They moved through the world differently than other people. When they looked at you, you had the feeling that they were really seeing you. Their entire universe was just this one thing, this one event, this one loss. They seemed, for a few weeks, to have things in perspective. Then the inconsequential shit of their lives would start to seep back in.

I've had a really bad day," she said to Jack. "Your party sucked. I think my boyfriend and I are breaking up. I got taken hostage by a serial killer. I have spiders in my hair. And you're being a pig-headed asshole. I'm telling you," she added, with a glance over her shoulder at Razor Burn, "if someone points a gun at me again, or threatens me in any way, I'm going to lose it.

I wanted you to understand right away how committed I am to you...That you are the only one

You should have me restrained,' she said. 'I could kill you. You never know when I might have a razor blade tucked up my sleeve.' 'Why kill me now?' Archie said. 'It would seem anticlimactic.

We lie to each other all the time. Whatever we say, it doesn't mean anything." "I'll believe you," she said.

She was a beautiful girl, but the lack of any spark dampened her prettiness.

Something about the way she moved through the world did not lend itself to the care of fragile objects.

Why did you come here?' Gretchen asked. 'To kill you,' Archie said. 'How badly do you want it?' 'Pretty badly,' Archie said.

in that moment she realised that Archie had never told her anything, never let her see anything, that he didn't want her to know.

Her body was spattered with tiny bits of the reverend's flesh and blood, like someone had combined shrimp and tomato soup and then forgot to put the lid on the blender.

Gretchen took a beautiful mugshot.