Ann

“all. I had a cup of coffee with Ann Cleeves at the picnic table—’ she gestured beyond the containers to where a basic picnic table sat near the edge of the cliff. ‘She was researching locations for one of her Vera books. Lovely woman, but she didn’t get inside.”
― Val McDermid, Past Lying

“The family came next, glooming out of the gorgeous black car like moping royals, like a dynasty heading into exile.”
― Liam McIlvanney, The Quaker

“Franklin Meyer was a cunt, and not the gentleman kind. Franklin’s father was a cunt, too. As kids they were cuntlets. A line of cunts, each one cuntier than the last.” “I wonder what the collective term for—” “A cuntet,” Sammy said knowingly.”
― Chris Whitaker, All the Colors of the Dark

“You don’t cry because it’s over, you smile that it happened,” she said.”
― Chris Whitaker, All the Colors of the Dark