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Harvey understands blood and gore in the way of people who play a lot of video games. Finds it exciting the way you only can when it’s not yours.
she is not the kind of person who creates things, who makes a mark on the world. She is an echo, quieter and quieter until she’s nothing at all.
they smile because they know weakness when they see it and Cora can lie with her words but never with her eyes.
every life she can imagine building for herself just feels like throwing a tarp over a crime scene.
Bodies melt in the summer like cheese in a microwave, and a heat wave is coming next week. Cora will be damned if she makes a mess when she dies.
Cora hates touching New York with her bare hands, because it is a city that sweats in the summer and oozes pizza grease from its pores and vomits sodden trash bags onto sidewalks.
apparently cannot be a Good Christian Girl, so maybe she can be a Fun Socialite who casually drinks and does fun things after work, whatever those are.
Cora doesn’t like thinking of all the parts that make her up, all the glands and sacks and tendons and flaps. She wants to exist like a Lego person, with one singular body that exists in and of itself, solid, no room for anything inside.
Cora is used to terror, a worry that wrings your organs out and carves holes in you like termites in wooden furniture, but if enough of you is devoured, soon there’s nothing left of you but what was, and Cora is starting to feel full of holes,
Cora Zeng does not get angry because anger always melts through her fingers until it’s a pool of anguish under her feet.
Closing your eyes doesn’t stop monsters from devouring you.
