Scott Heim Quotes & Sayings

The girl was holding out her hand, but I could only give a pathetic shrug. I had nothing to give her. I'd finally faded away. — Scott Heim

The room was darker and smelled of evergreen, as though my mother had been dreaming of trees. — Scott Heim

Somewhere, in some shadowy bedroom of a leaf-strewn town, a father bolts the door to a child's room, then steps closer to the bed. In a neighbor's garden lurks a weed with a funny, blade-petaled flower, its poison choking the red roses. Somewhere a car is crashing; a phone is ringing in the center of night. The spider waits poised in the slipper. The bird swoops headlong into glass it thought was farther air. The strangler envisions a neighborhood of throats. The head finds the noose; the foot kicks the chair. — Scott Heim

It was a light that shone over our faces, our wounds and scars. It was a light so brilliant and white it could have been beamed from heaven, and Brian and I could have been angels, basking in it. But it wasn't, and we weren't. — Scott Heim

I hate this stinking little butt crack of a town! — Scott Heim

It was Brian's blood, and for some reason I knew it was pure. No other man I'd held in my arms -and now, not even I- had blood this pure. — Scott Heim

I've always been fascinated, obsessed even, with books and TV shows about unsolved murders, cold cases, forensic science, mysteries, and so on. Many times when I get inspiration for my work, it's from something in one of these books or TV shows, or perhaps some newspaper article about a specific case. — Scott Heim

He spoke so slowly, cobwebs could have formed between his words. — Scott Heim