Clarity Quotes by Kim Harrington (2024)

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“Listen, I gather you have a problem working with a psychic. Believe me, I don't like working with a jackass any better.”
― Kim Harrington, Clarity

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“Gabriel Toscano. Damn. Even his name was sexy.”
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“Did you know that ninety-eight percent of statistics are made up on the spot?”
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“That's my brother," I said. "Saving the world, one girl at a time.”
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“Ugh. I was going for ‘crazy ex filled with hate" not "isn’t she cute when she’s mad?”
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“Maybe she's suicidal? That's why she keeps inviting me to kill her?”
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“He had a matching bandage on his head. We looked like two idiots who’d decided to have a head-butting competition”
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“You can date every girl in town as far as I’m concerned. I hate you. I pray every night that you’ll fall victim to some strange and unusual castration accident.”
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“I had books and music and the ocean to swim in.”
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“I think the correct term for this was ‘pissing contest’, and though I was flattered, I didn’t have time for it.”
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“Kissing Gabriel was like an exotic vacation.
Kissing Justing was like coming home again.
I wanted this.”
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“I pictured him in uniform. Let's just say the picture was...nice.”
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“Please, someone tell me I wouldn‘t be that annoying if I had girlfriends.”
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“Come, fruit of my loins, we’re going for a walk.”
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“You know where you can shove your joke. Just get me a new drink and try not to include and of your STD-laced body fluid in it this time.”
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“But if they stripped all those labels off, people might be shocked to find a normal girl beneath. Who doesn’t want to spend her days on the defensive. Who wants what everyone else wants. To be loved.”
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“I knew about loyalty about putting family before all others. I'd already learned some things I'd do to protect my own. I'd withold infomation from the police. I'd use people. I'd lie. If pushed hard........how far would I go.”
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“Pass me the Academy Award. I don’t know how I did it, but hysterical-girl tears sprung from my eyes as I ran out of the room and down the grand staircase.”
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“Humidity did terrible things to me. I‘d be much prettier if I lived in the desert.”
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“Yellow police tape stretched across the motel room door. I stood beside it, waiting for Mr. Stick-Up-His-Butt to finish up in the office.”
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“Excitement in Eastport? Nay! But I had time to snoop around Nancy Drew style.”
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“Well, color me impressed.”
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“Mr. Bingham said, “Hey, you guys are supposedly psychic. Why didn’t you see that coming and warn the girl?”
Mom sighed. “Again, we don’t see the future.”
“Yeah. You’re a bunch of frauds.”
I’d had it. My frustration boiled over. I turned to Mrs. Bingham. “Do you know a Jane Sutherland?”
Confusion swept over her delicate features. “Yes, she used to be my husband’s secretary before he was laid off. What about her?”
“He wasn’t laid off. He was fired. The company has rules against boinking your secretary, even though your husband apparently has no qualms with the matter.”
“Clarity!” Mom screamed.”
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“Tiffany’s pale faced turned to green and I involuntarily took a step back, half expecting an Exorcist-style stream of vomit to shoot out of her gaping mouth.”
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“Thankfully, Gabriel was five minutes late, and by the time he knocked on the door I’d just finished putting on lipstick and slipping my feet into sandals. I opened the door.
“I hope I didn’t keep you wait . . .” His voice drifted off as he quite blatantly checked me out.
“What?” I asked, hand on my hip.
He flashed me a devilish grin. “The little pink dress. You look cute.”
What I found frumpy, he found cute. Wonder what his response would have been to the tight number. My eyes gave him a discreet once-over. He wore jeans and a Yankees T-shirt. It wasn’t exactly going to win over the locals, but I had to admit, he filled the shirt out ridiculously well. His short black hair was damp, like he’d just taken a shower. I felt my face behind to flush, so I turned away. “Come on in.”
He stopped and surveyed the foyer. “I was only here for a minute when we came to get Joni. I didn’t get a chance to check the place out.” He paused. “It’s not what I was expecting.”
“What were you expecting? Voodoo dolls hung from the ceiling?”
He smirked. “Maybe just a little one of me.”
“That’s hidden under my bed.”
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“I squeezed through a horde of gum-snapping girls I recognized as seniors from my school.
“He did not say that!”
“Yes, he did! And you wouldn’t believe what she said!”
Please, someone tell me I wouldn’t be that annoying if I had girlfriends.
“Sure, you will be.”
I whipped around and nearly got a faceful of cotton candy. I moved the purple sugar cloud to the side and glared at my mother. She wore a white, short-sleeved blouse and a patchwork skirt.
“You have to stop listening in on my thoughts without my permission, Mom. It’s not cool.”
She shoved a piece of cotton candy in my mouth to shut me up. “I didn’t do it on purpose, Clarity. I was strolling along listening in to the crowd.”
“Pick up anything interesting?”
“Actually, I did. That detective’s son can’t stop checking out your legs. He loves this little pink dress you’ve got on. So much so that he’s actually mad at himself for it.” She shook her head.
I blushed. “Did you happen to pick up anything important?”
“Like a man walking along thinking, ‘I killed Victoria Happel’?”
“Exactly.”
“No such luck. But dear, people don’t wander around thinking about their biggest secrets all the time. The killer could be standing right next to me and all I might pick up from him is how he wants to buy some barbequed chicken.”
“Have you seen Billy Rawlinson or Frankie Creedon?” I asked.
Distaste turned her mouth down. “No. Why are you looking for those scoundrels?”
“Billy might be a witness in the case. Or a suspect.”
“I’ll keep my eyes out and my mind open.”
“Thanks,” I said. “Enjoy invading everyone’s privacy.”
― Kim Harrington, Clarity

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“That bitch.” Perry said. “Do you want me to go over there?”
“No, I’ll take care of this.”
I marched over and slammed my glass on the mahogany bar.
Tiffany fake-smiled. “A psychic and a medium walk into a bar. The psychic says . . .”
“Screw you.”
She frowned. “That’s not how the joke goes, Clare.”
“You know where you can shove your joke. Just get me a new drink and try not to include any of your STD-laced body fluid in it this time.”
Tiffany dumped the soda out and began to repour.
“I’d like a whole new glass.”
She narrowed her eyes at me, then grunted as she reached for a new glass. “So how’s Justin?” she asked.
I wanted to use an upended stool to pole vault over the bar and gouge her eyes out. Instead I took a deep breath and talked myself through it.
Remain calm.
Don’t sink to her level.
You are a classy girl.
She is a psychotic skankbag.
You are the better of the two. Act like it.
Okay, now I was calm. “I don’t know how Justin is and I don’t care.”
“Really?” she said. “I thought you cared about him a lot.”
Maybe she’s suicidal? That’s why she keeps inviting me to kill her? I fumbled with the coaster in front of me to keep my hands busy, since all they wanted to do at that moment was wrap themselves around her neck.”
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“Then, suddenly, a shadowy flash came to me. Tiffany, taking an order, arguing with a girl. Shockingly, not me. Another flash, of Detective Toscano walking into Yummy’s minutes ago. Tiffany nervously kneading a coaster between her fingers. The coaster I held in my hands right now.
Tiffany was scared.
Why was she scared of the cop?
“Hey! Space shot! You want your Coke or not?”
I tried to ignore Tiffany’s screeching and hold on to the vision, but it blurred and disappeared. I grabbed my new glass from her outstretched hand.
“I heard you got into an argument last night,” I said.
Tiffany paled, which I never thought possible since her skin was so fake-and-bake tan. She nervously twirled a lock of her bleach blond hair around her finger. “Where did you hear that?”
“Doesn’t matter where I heard it.” I took a chance and added, “But it was pretty juicy gossip, considering who she was.”
Tiffany’s pale face turned to green and I involuntarily took a step back ,half expecting an Exorcist-style stream of vomit to shoot out of her gaping mouth. Instead, she narrowed her eyes and leaned closer. “Get away from me,” she growled.
And then it became clear. My flash of her argument. Her fear of the detective. She’d argued with the girl who was murdered last night. And she did not want Detective Toscano to find out about it.
I stepped away from the bar, giddy with my new knowledge. I had the upper hand on Tiffany Desposito. I could torture her with this. Drag it out. Hold it over her head for days, even weeks.
“It’s too bad you’re not with Justin anymore,” she said to my back. “He’s a cutie. And such a good kisser.”
And that was my limit.
I spun around and dumped my brand-new Coke over her head. She shrieked and flailed her hands as the liquid streamed over her face and down between her giant boobs. She peeled her sticky hair off her eyes and snarled, “I’ll get you for this.”
I merely smiled, then sauntered over to the two Toscanos, who had apparently been watching this whole display with entertained grins on their faces.
“You’re the new detective?” I asked the elder Toscano.
He nodded. Either his mouth was too full with French fries or he was too scared of me to speak at the moment.
“Tiffany Desposito, the wet and sticky waitress over there? She had a fight with the girl who was murdered. Last night, at this restaurant. You should question her right away. I wouldn’t even give her a chance to go home and shower first. I think she’s a flight risk.”
I strolled back to my booth, sat down, and tore into my pancakes, happy as a kid on Christmas. Nate and Perry stared at me in silence for a few moments.
Then Perry said, “Maybe you should have let me go over.”
Nate shook his head. “Nah. She did just fine.”
― Kim Harrington, Clarity

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“I pray every night that you'll fall victim to some strange and unusual castration accident.”
― Kim Harrington, Clarity

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