Ankita

“Minny came ever day to make sure I was breathing, feed me food to keep me living.

All I know is, I ain't saying it. And I know she ain't saying what she want a say either and it's a strange thing happening here cause nobody saying nothing and we still managing to have us a conversation.

"Mama, it would really be so terrible if I never met a husband?"

Write about what disturbs you, particularly if it bothers no one else.

I stare at her, wishing the ceiling fan would fly from its post, crash down on both of us.

I feel tears come up in my eyes, cause three years just ain't long enough. A hundred years ain't gone be long enough.


Eugenia, just because this is a hospital doesn't mean I'm an invalid"

"you kind. you smart. you important."

See, I think if God had intended for white people and colored people to be this close together for so much of the day, he would've made us color-blind.

Every time a Negro complained about the cost of living didn't mean she was begging for money.


But the truth is, I don't care about voting. I don't care about eating at a counter with white people. What I care about is, if, in ten years, a white lady will call my girls dirty and accuse them of stealing the silver.

when you little, you only get to ask two questions, what's your name and how old you is, so you better get em right.

Mister Jonny knows about me. Miss Celia Knows Mister Jony know about me. But Mister Jonny doesn't know that Miss Celia knows he knows.

"Yes ma'am. I tell her." In about a hundred years.

How an awful day could turn even worse. It seems like at some point you'd just run out of awful.

Lots of folks think if you talk back to your husband, you crossed the line. And that justifies punishment.

She can take the most complicated things in life and wrap them up so small and simple, they'll fit right in your pocket.

"Don't you let him cheapen you. If Stuart doesn't know how intelligent and kind I raised you to be, he can march straight on back to State Street. Frankly, I don't care much for Stuart. He doesn't know how lucky he was to have you."

You tell her we love her, like she's our own family.

"You a beautiful person, Minny."

Mississippi is like my mother. I am allowed to complain about her all I want, but God help the person who raises an ill word about her around me unless she is their mother too.

For the dishonesty upon which a society is founded makes every emotion suspect, makes it impossible to know whether what flowed between two people was honest feeling or pity or pragmatism”
― Kathryn Stockett, The Help

“Deprive a cat of sleep and it would die in two weeks. Deprive a human and he would become psychotic.

His work was killing people. How was he supposed to frighten these guys? Run up behind them in a halloween mask and shout boo?

He never saw the point of views -- what did it matter if it was an ocean or a brick wall you were looking at? People travelled hundreds, sometimes thousands of miles to commit suicide someplace with a beautiful view. Did a view matter when oblivion beckoned? They could put him in a garbage bin after he was gone, for all he cared. That's all the human race was anyway. Garbage with attitude.

A cutting word is worse than a bowstring. A cut may heal but a cut of the tongue does not.

The Sakawa students were all from poor, underprivileged backgrounds. Sakawa was a mix of religious juju and modern internet technology. They were taught, in structured classes, the art of online fraud as well as arcane African rituals -- which included animal sacrifice -- to have a voodoo effect on their victims, ensuring the success of each fraud. of which there was a wide variety.

The British Empire spend five hundred years plundering the world.

The word is 'thanks'.

'That's what it is, Roy! He won't come out, he has locked the doors! What if he self-harms, Roy! I mean -- what if he kills himself?'
'I will have to take him off my Christmas list.'

"Any chance you can recover any of it?'
'You sitting near a window, Gerry?'
'Near a window? Sure, right by a window?'
'Can you see the sky?'
'Uh-huh. Got a clear view.'
'See any pigs flying past?'

To dream of death is good for those in fear, for the death have no more fears.

'...Cleo took me to the opera once. I spent the whole time praying for a fat lady to come on stage and start singing. Or a heart attack --whichever come sooner.'

'..there is something strongly powerful -- almost magnetic -- about internet romances. A connection that is far stronger than a traditional meeting of two people. Maybe because on the internet you can lie all the time, each person gives the other their good side. It's intoxicating. That's one of the things which makes it so dangerous -- and such easy pickings for fraudsters.'

He was more than a little pleased that he was about to ruin his boss's morning -- and, with a bit of luck, his entire day.

..a guy who had been born angry and had just got even angrier with each passing year.

'...Then at some point in the future, I'll probably die in an overcrowded hospital corridor with some bloody hung-over medical student jumping up and down on my chest because they couldn't find a defibrillator.

'Give me your hand, bro,' the shorter one said. 'That one, the right one, yeah.'
On the screen the MasterChef contestant said, 'Now with a sharp knife...'

Jules de Copland drove away from Gatwick Airport in.a new car, a small Kia, hired under a different name and card, from a different rental firm, Avis.


'I was talking about her attitude. But I'll tell you this, Roy. The day I can't say a woman -- or a man -- is plug ugly, that's the day I want to be taken out and shot.'

It seems to me the world is in a strange place where everyone chooses to be offended all the time.

'But not too much in the way of brains,' GlennBranson chipped in. 'Would have needed the old Specialist Search Unite to find any trace of them.'

'Ever heard of knocking on a door?'
'Dunno that film -- was it on Netflix?'

'One word, four letters. Begins with an S for Sierra, ends with a T for Tango. Or if you'd like the longest version, we've been one word, six letters, begins with F for Foxtrot, ends with D for Delta.'

No Cop liked entering a prison. In general there was a deep cultural dislike of all police officers by the inmates. And every officer entering.a prison, for whatever purposes, was always aware that if a riot kicked off while they were there, they could be both an instant hostage and a prime target for violence.”
― Peter James, Dead at First Sight

“Death hit people differently. She was getting by. He had all but given up.

There was no middle ground as woman. She was used to it, but it still pissed her off. Frigid, or a slag. Girly, or one of the boys. Hrad, or emotionally unstable.

When USA sneezed , the UK caught the cold.

Her face was often difficult to read, but at that moment it told him whatever McEvoy found Margie Knight o not, she'd tear every dodgy sauna, massage parlour and tin-pot knocking shop in the city apart trying.

It might have been a few minutes, it might have been an hour, when he heard Holland's voice...

The mood she is in right now, Holland, if you're so much as suggest that it might be her time of the month, I'm guessing she'll kill you on the spot.

I think the poison inside me has eaten away every ounce of courage there might ever have been. I need to find just a little more.

"Look, I'm getting tired of saying sorry"
"Well I'm not tired of hearing you say it, OK?"

Maybe they bred them somewhere, taught then how to put their hair in a bun and look down their pointed noses, before sending them out into the world with a pair of bug glasses, a fondness for tweed and something uncomfortable up their backside.

"I'm going to kill Holland. No, I'm going to make him listen to some proper country music and then I'm going to kill him."
"Actually, fuck that, the music would be wasted on him anyway. I'll just kill him."

"fuckfuckbullocksfuck..."

"What? I make you sick? I make you want to hurt me?"

"You knock, you wait, you get asked to come in, you come in. It's pretty bloody straightforward."

...sat at home like Tom Throne, trying to keep the rest of the world well away.

Police officer and prison staff are old enemies. The finders and the keepers resenting each other.

'Everybody says it switches around when you get old and they have to look after you. The parent becomes the child...It's non sense though., it really is. Even when they're cooking for you and getting your shopping in, you know? Even when they're doing up the buttons on your pyjamas and pretending to listen to your stupid stories, even when they're wiping your arse, you're still the father--It never stops, never. You're still the father and he's still the son. Still the son...'


A thin layer across the top of the cistern in the ladies, invisible unless used in some of the more drugs-conscious clubs.

...Depending on how it looks, thy either do nothing, or break it again, re-set it.'
'Do they need volunteers?'

"Don't talk to me. Not like that, do you understand? Not 'are you all right?' Not 'sorry'..."
"I don't..."
"Talk to me like a murdered."


Holland couldn't believe what he was hearing. Palmer?

'Sorry?' Throne shouted. 'Fucking sorry...?'

'Shut your fucking stupid cunt's mouth. I will kill you, is that clear? I'm not afraid, certainly not of you. I don't care what happens. He can shoot the pair of us, I don't give a fuck. But if I hear so much as a breath coming out of you before this is finished, a single poisonous whisper, I'll rip your face off with my bare hands. I'll take it clean off, Nicklin, I'll make you another nice, new identity...”
― Mark Billingham, Scaredy Cat

“People just come and do things around him, making decisions for him - same as politicians and even our bosses do for us. They're the ones who run our lives. Adverts tell us what to buy, government tells us how to live, technology tells us when we have done something wrong.

and coffees arrived 'on the house'
"no we will pay for them"

"You're rubbish at this game, Foxy. I have been lying to my wife since the morning after the honeymoon..."
"what was the lie?"
"I told her she was really something in the sack..."

"I don't think so you introduced yourself..."
"I gave my card to your daughter," Fox answered.
"My...?" Realization dawned on Wishaw. "That was my wife"
"Then you should be ashamed," Fox said, deciding this was as good a parting shot as any.

If walls have ears, then windows definitely have eyes.

:this was family. That explained a lot. Where family was involved, the normal rules did not apply.”
― Ian Rankin, The Complaints