Abigail Baker > Abigail's Quotes

“I felt very still and empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow, the million moving shapes and cul-de-sacs of shadow. There was shadow in bureau drawers and closets and suitcases, and shadow under houses and trees and stones, and shadow at the back of people's eyes and smiles, and shadow, miles and miles and miles of it, on the night side of the earth.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“Life is not a PG feel-good movie. Real life often ends badly. Literature tries to document this reality, while showing us it is still possible for us to endure nobly.”
― Matthew Quick, The Silver Linings Playbook

“There will always be a part of me that is dirty and sloppy, but I like that, just like all the other parts of myself.”
― Matthew Quick, The Silver Linings Playbook

“Don't think of introversion as something that needs to be cured.”
― Susan Cain, Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can't Stop Talking

“Cross the street to avoid making aimless chitchat with random acquaintances.”
― Susan Cain, Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can't Stop Talking

“No amount of love can cure madness or unblacken one's dark moods. Love can help, it can make the pain more tolerable, but, always, one is beholden to medication that may or may not always work and may or may not be bearable”
― Kay Redfield Jamison, An Unquiet Mind: A Memoir of Moods and Madness

“If you decide you have to kill yourself,” he said, “in the last second before you act, picture my face. Listen to me giving you one last plea not to do it. And know that someone really cares.”
― Lori Schiller, The Quiet Room: A Journey Out of the Torment of Madness

“I couldn’t figure Brent out. Sort of like if Prince Charming saw Cinderella in sweats, pimply-faced, and covered in ice cream stains, and he still took her to the ball. What did he see in me that screamed “rebel”?”
― Abigail Baker, The Reaper's Kiss

“I grew tense but hopeful when his eyes turned to my lips. I knew what that meant. Every woman did. However selfish and grossly out of place it was, I was okay with one kiss, more curious than frightened to discover what it is like to kiss a Reaper who could drain my life. Perhaps my motivation was to ridicule Fate by kissing the lips of Death himself. Or maybe I was cold, tired, and downright horny.”
― Abigail Baker, The Reaper's Kiss

“I noticed how Brent twitched when I lifted the hem of my tank top to bare my stomach and ribs. The reflex was not an effort to shy away from seeing my body, but from something more carnal in nature. I deduced this from the subtle flicker of red in his blue eyes. Even this Reaper, the most powerful Stygian I had met, next to Head Reaper Marin, couldn’t mask his desire.”
― Abigail Baker, The Reaper's Kiss

“Death despises bartering. Yet this king of Death was the greatest barterer of us all. He bartered with our lives, dreams, hopes, and prayers—he used them to control us. And he would continue to so long as we allowed him. But today, if only for me, he would stop. He wouldn’t win.”
― Abigail Baker, The Reaper's Kiss

“I kill people with my tattoo machine.”
― Abigail Baker, The Reaper's Kiss

“The thing was, love wasn’t a bond of convenience. We couldn’t help who we loved. We couldn’t stop our hearts from beating for a particular person because they’re on the other side of the world, or the other side of banishment.”
― Abigail Baker, The Reaper's Sacrifice

“As someone who never followed rules, as someone who did everything she could to avoid them, I was done living by Marin’s law. I needed Brent now. I would have him back. And soon.”
― Abigail Baker, The Reaper's Sacrifice

“Look at it this way, Teacup. Everyone debates the existence of the G-spot, but if a woman has ever had hers tickled, she knows it’s no fairytale. The same is true for Scriveners. We have a happy spot, but we have to find it before we can use it.”
― Abigail Baker, The Reaper's Sacrifice

“He gripped me so tightly our hips pressed together, forcing me onto my toes for balance. For several moments, we stared, exchanging nothing but blinks to brush away the rain.”
― Abigail Baker, The Reaper's Sacrifice

“The rebel in me never really had died. She just needed some time off and a reason to come back to work.”
― Abigail Baker, The Reaper's Sacrifice

“Perhaps evil is the crucible of goodness... and perhaps even Satan - Satan, in spite of himself - somehow serves to work out the will of God.”
― William Peter Blatty, The Exorcist

“God never talks. But the devil keeps advertising, Father. The devil does a lot of commercials.”
― William Peter Blatty, The Exorcist

“Yet I think the demon's target is not the possessed; it is us . . . the observers . . . every person in this house. And I think---I think the point is to make us despair; to reject our own humanity, Damien: to see ourselves as ultimately bestial; as ultimately vile and putrescent; without dignity; ugly; unworthy.”
― William Peter Blatty, The Exorcist

“There it lies, I think, Damien … possession; not in wars, as some tend to believe; not so much; and very rarely in extraordinary interventions such as here … this girl … this poor child. No, I tend to see possession most often in the little things, Damien: in the senseless, petty spites and misunderstandings; the cruel and cutting word that leaps unbidden to the tongue between friends. Between lovers. Between husbands and wives. Enough of these and we have no need of Satan to manage our wars; these we manage for ourselves … for ourselves.”
― William Peter Blatty, The Exorcist