As I squeeze, he turns his head, and there is the tiniest, slimmest of moments when he sees me. I look into those wolf eyes, and even though they are empty, they're still alive. In that split second he is alive and looking at me. I am alive and looking at him. Then the moment is over, the trigger is pulled back, and the gun is empty.
— Carolyn Lee AdamsHe looks up and up and up to get to her face. His mama's a tall lady, and he's only seven. He's overwhelmed by red. Red heels, red nails, red lips, red hair, red eyes. So help him, the boy has always thought his mama's copper-colored eyes damn near shined red. He looks into those eyes and knows she's come home funny.
— Carolyn Lee AdamsI will not be a victim. I will not think like a victim. I am going to avenge all those little girls. I am going to win.
— Carolyn Lee AdamsThe only people you have to look out for in life are the people that don't care about anything or anyone. These are the people that end up teaching your children.
— Shannon L. AlderThrough the red haze of my blood I see a strange expression on his face. His eyes have come alive, and I don't like it at all. He's getting off on this now in a way he wasn't before. My first thought is that my honesty is feeding him in a bad, bad way and my second thought is not to question my gut.'These are going to be very good days,' he says to me.
— Carolyn Lee AdamsOne might have to be a little ruthless to seize back control of one's life, don't you think?
— Nina GeorgeWolfman clears everything off the table except his gun. That he keeps close at hand. There is a sense of ceremony about his actions. My stomach tightens up. We are about to begin.
— Carolyn Lee AdamsThose people are unabashedly ruthless as far as money is concerned.
— Giovanni RibisiI shut up. I don't fight, I don't scream. Shame rides alongside my terror. But somewhere deep, deep inside, I hear Mom tell me to trust my gut. My gut tells me I am blind and I am lost, and if I fought for freedom now, it would end in my death. I listen to my gut. Because I want to live.
— Carolyn Lee AdamsThe awakening an artist must be ruthless, not only with herself but with others.
— Steven Pressfield