We're all hunters in my family, you know. Deer, ducksdamsels.
Nenia Campbell, Terrorscape.
“We feel most alive when we are closest to death.”
“All statistics have outliers.”
“Nobody wants to believe that existence carries on without at least taking a stumble from their departure of this world.”
“Once a flower is picked it immediately begins to die.”
“Now she knew living was just a brief hiatus, a blip really, in the infinite line of nothingness that composed that shadowy realm of the unknown. It could stop at any time.”
“Fuck your manners.""You don't have to settle for just my manners.”
“I envy people that know love. That have someone who takes them as they are.”
“Souls are flowers, only God has the right to pluck them. But those who commit suicide: their souls are the rotten blossoms of devil's garden.”
“We live in a dark and romantic and quite tragic world.”
“Then, for no reason I could tell you, I tossed the spool again, even though Elaine had asked me not to. Maybe only because, in a way, him chasing a spool was like old people having their slow and c...”
“We shared a daughter? I'd not thought about it that way before. If we shared a daughter, and something happened to Claire, then I would not have to hare Esther with her anymore. I would have Esther...”
“you cross the field in the snow leaving tracks in perfect whiteness ...disturbing my placid universe...marking the landscape within me ...”
“I do not love men: I love what devours them.”
“Despite my ghoulish reputation, I really have the heart of a small boy. I keep it in a jar on my desk.”
“Part of his mind was screaming, but it was a distant one and easy to ignore.”