Whitney smacked Coop's snout while simultaneously pressing herself deeper into the couch. Coop fixed her with an unblinking ice-blue stare, gray-brown fur bristling along his spine. "Tory!" Whitney squealed. "He's going to attack!" "Maybe." I walked into the kitchen and snagged a Diet Coke from the fridge. "Try to protect your throat.
Kathy ReichsI have come to think of violence as a self-perpetuating mania of the power of the aggressive over those less strong.
Kathy ReichsI've been accused of being a minimalist writer. I don't like a lot of verbiage in there.
Kathy ReichsViolence wounds the body and it wounds the soul. Of the predator. Of the prey. Of the mourners. Of collective humanity. It diminishes us all.
Kathy ReichsI do interviews and signings and readings and all of these people just hang off my every word. And then I go home and have dinner with my family and nobody lets me get a word in.
Kathy Reichs