16 Quotes by Dot Hutchison

You’re comparing the FBI to Hitler?” “No, I’m engaging in a discussion about perspective and moral relativity.

Mum is very, very good at that particular look. There is nothing resting about that bitch face.

Once upon a time there was a little girl who was scared of the dark. Which was silly, even she knew that. There was nothing in the dark to hurt you that wasn't also in the light. You just couldn't see it coming.

All right then."He looks a little flummoxed, thought. "Would it make you feel better if I protested so you could use all the arguments you clearly mustered?""Hush.

You don't even like getting dressed.""Pajamas are clothes.""For going out of the house?"Well, no, but that's not about the clothing, that's about the people.""Oh, my dear antisocial girl.""I'm not antisocial; I'm anti-stupid.""Same thing.""How are you in Human Resources?""I lie well.

He gives me a sideways look, reassuringly curious. "Got something in mind?"I pull the Shiloh Chapel postcard from my purse and hold it out for him. "I have a thing for windows. Or, more accurately, my sister had a thing for windows, and I have a thing for Chavi having a thing for windows.""Convoluted much?

I want to be down in Rosemont before the sun rises."His startled cursing follow me to the line. When I get back with my hot chocolate and his nervous twitch in a cup, Archer's alone at the table. "Before dawn?" he asks sourly."Or as close to it as possible. Have you ever seen the sunrise through stained glass, Agent Archer?""No," he says morosely. "I'm okay with that not changing.""But it's my birthday."He signs and sips his coffee.

Her apartment is up on the second floor, and she pauses with her key in the lock. "It might be a little messy right now," she says apologetically. "I've been going though everything to pull donations.""Is there a clear path?""Yes.""Are there bugs?""No," she says more slowly, giving me a sideways stink-eye."Is anything growing?""No!""Then we're good.""You have depressingly low standards," she sighs, and pushes the door open to flick on the entry light.

It’s about the eyes, really. If you’ve seen enough, you just look older, no matter what the rest of your face looks like.