Déjà Dead Quotes

“She wanted to feel safe. Untouchable in her home. The ultimate female fantasy.”
― Kathy Reichs, Déjà Dead

“I hated myself for needing him at such times, for craving his strength whenever I felt upset.”
― Kathy Reichs, Déjà Dead

“I needed him here like I needed a yeast infection.”
― Kathy Reichs, Déjà Dead

“He looked like a man on his way to a prostate exam.”
― Kathy Reichs, Déjà Dead

“I’m always interested in the future. I plan to spend the rest of my life there.”
― Kathy Reichs, Déjà Dead

“From time to time the human species spawns predators that feed on those around them. They’re not the species. They’re mutations of the species. In my opinion these freaks have no right to suck oxygen from the atmosphere. But they’re here, so I help cage them up and put them where they can’t hurt others. I make life safer for the folks who get up, go to work each day, raise their kids or their tomatoes, or their tropical fish, and watch the ball game in the evening. They are the human species.”
― Kathy Reichs, Déjà Dead

“I have a rule that has served me well in life. When in doubt, do nothing. If you're not sure, don't buy it, don't comment, don't commit. Sit tight. Deviation from this maxim has usually caused me regret.”
― Kathy Reichs, Déjà Dead

“I am a woman whose moods are influenced by the weather, my outlook rising and falling with the barometer.”
― Kathy Reichs, Déjà Dead

“Ideas come easily to me, enacting them comes harder. I usually let things go. Perhaps it's an escape hatch, my way of allowing myself to double back and ease out the side door on a lot of my schemes. Irresolute about my social life, obsessive in my work.”
― Kathy Reichs, Déjà Dead

“Good hair day. Bad hair day. Dead hair day.”
― Kathy Reichs, Déjà Dead

“We spoke some, moving our mouths, forming words, saying nothing. Mostly we sat. It wasn’t the comfortable silence of old friends accustomed to each other, but a dialogue of uneasiness.”
― Kathy Reichs, Déjà Dead

“I’d smelled my moonshine sweetheart and seen his light in the eyes around me. I’d loved it once. Hell, I loved it still. But the enchantment would destruct. For me, any trifling dalliance and the affair would consume and overpower. So I’d walked away from it, with twelve slow steps. And I had stayed away. Having been lovers, we could never be friends. Tonight we’d almost been thrown into each other’s arms.”
― Kathy Reichs, Déjà Dead

“melds”
― Kathy Reichs, Déjà Dead

“George Burns appeared again and said, "I'm always interested in the future. I plan to spend the rest of my life there.”
― Kathy Reichs, Déjà Dead

“The larger buildings are now rented out and house schools and institutions more secular in mission where the Internet and fax machine replace Scripture and theological discourse as the working paradigm. Perhaps it's a good metaphor for modern society. We're too absorbed in communicating among ourselves to worry about an almighty architect.”
― Kathy Reichs, Déjà Dead

“La muerte violenta no tolera ninguna intimidad. Saquea la propia dignidad tan rotundamente como ha arrebatado la vida. El cuerpo es manejado, escudriñado y fotografiado, y en cada paso del proceso se le aplica una nueva serie de dígitos. La víctima se convierte en parte de las pruebas, un objeto expuesto que se exhibe a policías, patólogos, especialistas forenses, abogados y, llegado el caso, jurados. Numeradlo; fotografiadlo; tomad muestras; ponedle una etiqueta en el pie. Aunque partícipe activa, no me resigno a aceptar lo impersonal del sistema. Es como un saqueo al nivel más personal. Por lo menos yo daría un nombre a esta víctima. La muerte en el anonimato no se sumaría a la lista de violaciones que él o ella deben sufrir.”
― Kathy Reichs, Déjà Dead

“We’re too absorbed in communicating among ourselves to worry about an almighty architect.”
― Kathy Reichs, Déjà Dead

“Even in shabbiness there was room for pride.”
― Kathy Reichs, Déjà Dead

“Historic burials. Every forensic anthropologist handles these cases. Old bones unearthed by dogs, construction workers, spring floods, grave diggers. The coroner’s office is the overseer of death in Quebec Province. If you die inappropriately, not under the care of a physician, not in bed, the coroner wants to know why. If your death threatens to take others along, the coroner wants to know that. The coroner demands an explanation of violent, unexpected, or untimely death, but persons long gone are of little interest. While their passings may once have cried out for justice, or heralded warning of an impending epidemic, the voices have been still for too long. Their antiquity established, these finds are turned over to the archaeologists. This promised to be such a case. Please.”
― Kathy Reichs, Déjà Dead

“It's (news) like balls in a Bingo hopper. The same events keep coming up over and over. Earthquake. Coup d'etat. Trade war. Hostage taking. My compulsion is to know whick balls are up on any given day.”
― Kathy Reichs, Déjà Dead

“I emerged from shadow into sunlight.”
― Kathy Reichs, Déjà Dead

“Violent death allows no privacy. It plunders one's dignity as surely as it has taken one's life.”
― Kathy Reichs, Déjà Dead

“I remembered the warmth that would start in my gut and spread upward and outward, navigating a path through my body, lighting the fires of well-being along its course. The bonfires of control. Of vigor. Of invincibility. I could use that right now, I thought. Right. Who was I kidding? I wouldn't stop there. What were those stages? I'd move right on to bulletproof and then to invisible. Or was it the other way around? No matter. I'd carry it too far, and then the crash would come. the comfort would be short term, the price heavy.”
― Kathy Reichs, Déjà Dead

“He seemed annoyed. Do cats feel such emotions? Perhaps I was projecting.”
― Kathy Reichs, Déjà Dead

“Ideas come easily to me, enacting them comes harder. I usually let things go. Perhaps it’s an escape hatch, my way of allowing myself to double back and ease out the side door on a lot of my schemes. Irresolute about my social life, obsessive in my work.”
― Kathy Reichs, Déjà Dead

“While I am an active participant, I can never accept the impersonality of the system. It is like looting on the most personal level. At least I would give this victim a name. Death in anonymity would not be added to the list of violations he or she would suffer.”
― Kathy Reichs, Déjà Dead

“Having been lovers, we could never be friends. Tonight we’d almost been thrown into each other’s arms.”
― Kathy Reichs, Déjà Dead

“The building was absolutely still, but the spooky quiet failed to relax me. My thoughts were black as the river. I wondered briefly if there was someone looking back at me from the factory, someone who was equally alone, equally unnerved by the after-hours solitude that rings so loudly in an empty office building.”
― Kathy Reichs, Déjà Dead

“Much as I longed for solitude, she didn’t look as if she should be alone.”
― Kathy Reichs, Déjà Dead

“In the dim light I could identify broken picture frames, bicycle wheels, bent and twisted lawn chairs, empty paint cans, and a commode. The castoffs looked like offerings to a Druid god.”
― Kathy Reichs, Déjà Dead