Scott And Lydia Quotes & Sayings

There are plenty of writers, past and present, from Shakespeare to Henry James to Lydia Davis, who test the limits of coherence and put pressure on current notions of accessible (and acceptable) narrative methods. To thrive and change and grow, any art needs this kind of pressure. — Joanna Scott

His voice had changed again. He liked this. He liked seeing her squirm. He was absorbing her fear like a succubus. Lydia heard an echo of the last words Paul Scott had ever spoken to her: Tell me you want this. — Karin Slaughter

Do not make me fuck you against this door, Lydia."
Everything inside me squeezed tight. "God, that sounds good. Let's do that."
"Shit. — Kylie Scott

Eighteen years ago, Lydia had told her that the problem with Paul Scott was that he didn't see Claire as a normal, imperfect human being. He was blind to her faults. He covered her missteps. He would never challenge her or scare her or infuriate her or stir up any of those fiery emotions that made it worthwhile to put up with a man's bullshit. — Karin Slaughter

Anyone who'd stop feeling up or finger banging a woman in favour of taking a fucking phone call is an inconsiderate asshole you shouldn't be opening your legs for."
"I'm seeing that now."
"I'm serious, Lydia."
I studied the tabletop, needing a moment to pull myself together. "How long have we known each other? What, half an hour, an hour?"
"Ah." Turning in his seat, he checked out an old wooden clock on the kitchen wall. "Yeah. about that."
"Are you aware that most people wait a little longer before discussing the rules of etiquette in regards to finger banging? Who they should and shouldn't open their legs for? Things like that."
"That so?"
"It is."
"Well, fuck." He sat back, outright grinning at me. — Kylie Scott

What to go out with me tonight after work, Vaughan?"
... "You asking me out on a date, Lydia?"
"Yes," I said. "I am."
"Babe, I'd love to." His hand rose to the back of my neck, stroking, drawing me closer. Hot damn, did he have the moves. The man turned my mind to mush.
"Something you need to know," he said. "Before tonight."
"What's that?"
"I put out on the first date," he told me with a perfectly straight face. "That okay with you?"
"Oh, I'm counting on it" ... "I mean ... it would have been so awkward if you expected me to respect you for your mind or something. Yikes, how embarrassing. Between you and me, I'm really only interested in getting into your pants."
The corner of his mouth twitched.
"I'm sure you're a nice guy and all, but, priorities, you know?"
"I know." The man's smile would have made a nun think twice. I never stood a chance. — Kylie Scott