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“That's how hearts get broken, you know. When you believe in promises.”
― Kathleen Glasgow, Girl in Pieces

“Everyone has that moment I think, the moment when something so momentous happens that it rips your very being into small pieces. And then you have to stop. For a long time, you gather your pieces. And it takes such a very long time, not to fit them back together, but to assemble them in a new way, not necessarily a better way. More, a way you can live with until you know for certain that this piece should go there, and that one there.”
― Kathleen Glasgow, Girl in Pieces

“People should know about us. Girls who write their pain on their bodies. ~Louisa”
― Kathleen Glasgow, Girl in Pieces

“Then again, plenty of men are idiots.”
― Freida McFadden, The Housemaid

“I initially wanted to hire a maid in hopes that she would become my replacement—that if Andrew fell in love with another woman, he would finally let me go. But that’s not why I hired Millie. That’s not why I gave her a copy of the key to the room. And that’s not why I left a bottle of pepper spray in the blue bucket in the closet. I hired her to kill him. She just doesn’t know it.”
― Freida McFadden, The Housemaid

“There’s something about this room that’s making a little ball of dread form in the pit of my stomach.”
― Freida McFadden, The Housemaid

“My husband is a monster,” I say aloud. “He tortures me. He holds me hostage in the attic.”
― Freida McFadden, The Housemaid

“As I shut the door, I notice marks in the wood. Long thin lines running down the length of the door at about the level of my shoulder. I run my fingers over the indentations. They almost seem like… Scratches. Like somebody was scraping at the door.”
― Freida McFadden, The Housemaid

“—he holds up the chicken nugget—“you have to first examine the nugget for any deformities. Missing head, missing leg, or missing tail. If the dinosaur nugget has any of these critical defects, it will be rejected.”
― Freida McFadden, The Housemaid

“The door isn’t stuck. It’s locked.”
― Freida McFadden, The Housemaid

“You’re not in love with me anymore?” she bursts out. “How can”
― Freida McFadden, The Housemaid

“Maybe I was right. We’re not normal people. We are monsters. But if we’re monsters, we’ll thrive in the dark. Together.”
― Brynne Weaver, Butcher & Blackbird

“Boobs plus murder don’t equal a relationship, Lark. That math ain’t mathin’.”
― Brynne Weaver, Butcher & Blackbird

“He’s Rowan,” Sloane says, gesturing at me again. Rose narrows her eyes as though this is insufficient information. “He’s my f-fr…boy. Guy. A man-guy. I’m…with. Here.”  I snort a laugh as Rose’s face scrunches. “Man-guy,” I echo. “Real smooth, Blackbird.”
― Brynne Weaver, Butcher & Blackbird

“Because I ‘like you’...?” Rowan cackles an incredulous laugh. “Like. You. Seriously…? Christ, Sloane. You are fucking brilliant but also the most willfully oblivious person I have ever met. Do you really think I just like you when I framed a drawing you left for me on a scrap of paper you tore from a notebook? The one I hung it in the kitchen so I can look at it every day and think of you? Do you think I just like you when I tattoo it on my skin? I play this fucking game every year and tear my heart out watching you walk away, only to do it all over again, and I like you? You think I just like you when I fuck you like this?”
― Brynne Weaver, Butcher & Blackbird

“Being a serial killer who kills serial killers is a great hobby… Until you find yourself locked in a cage.”
― Brynne Weaver, Butcher & Blackbird

“There's art in our scars. There's wonder in the way we can heal.”
― Brynne Weaver, Butcher & Blackbird

“Did you just propose on a napkin with a ring you stuffed in a guy’s eye hole?”
― Brynne Weaver, Butcher & Blackbird

“You might be psycho,” I say with a grin as her eyes narrow, “but you’re my psycho, and I’m yours. Got it?”
― Brynne Weaver, Butcher & Blackbird

“Lobotomy,’ I mouth at him, trying to make it look like I’m scratching my forehead when I tap it and nod toward David. Rowan’s head tilts and I roll my eyes, gritting my teeth. ‘Lo-bo-to-my.’ Rowan’s head tilts in the other direction, his brow still furrowed but a hint of a grin playing at his lips. He subtly points at me, and then at himself. ‘You love me?’ he mouths.  I smack my head.”
― Brynne Weaver, Butcher & Blackbird

“The people you love weren’t algebra: to be calculated, subtracted, or held at arm’s length across a decimal point.”
― Holly Jackson, A Good Girl's Guide to Murder

“But sometimes remembering isn’t for yourself, sometimes you do it just to make someone else smile. Those lies were allowed.”
― Holly Jackson, A Good Girl's Guide to Murder

“I'm not sure I'm the good girl i once thought i was . I've lost her along the way”
― Holly Jackson, A Good Girl's Guide to Murder

“He smiled, put his hands on the back of her neck, fingers in her hair, and leaned in to press his forehead against hers. He’d told her before that he did it to take away half her sadness, half her headache, half her nerves before her Columbia interview. Because half less of a bad thing meant there was room for half good.”
― Holly Jackson, A Good Girl's Guide to Murder

“They were each other’s crutch to lean on when life got too much to carry alone.”
― Holly Jackson, A Good Girl's Guide to Murder

“He kissed her, and she glowed with that feeling. The one with wings. “You bring the rain down on them, Pip.” “I will.”
― Holly Jackson, A Good Girl's Guide to Murder

“We’re a team, remember. You and me.”
― Holly Jackson, A Good Girl's Guide to Murder