Amanda > Amanda 's Quotes

“What we remember is probably fiction anyway.”
― Beryl Bainbridge

“All these weirdos, and me getting a little better every day right in the midst of them. I had never known, never even imagined for a heartbeat, that there might be a place for people like us.”
― Denis Johnson, Jesus' Son

“If you don't have time to read, you don't have the time (or the tools) to write. Simple as that.”
― Stephen King

“There was a part of her she hadn’t yet allowed to be born because it was too beautiful for this place”
― Denis Johnson, Jesus’ Son

“He was in his fifties. He'd wasted his entire life. Such people were very dear to those of us who'd wasted only a few years.”
― Denis Johnson, Jesus’ Son

“...if she had known just a few months before, during more innocent times, that she would feel that way for the rest of her life....which is to say conflicted, she would have treasured those unaware, nonjudgmental, preadolescent moments more thoroughly. (Oh, to be eleven again!) Because once you know, once you really know how the world works, you can't unknow it.”
― Jami Attenberg, The Middlesteins

“Let me quickly remind you that the allegation of being mentally incapable is a tried and tested method of silencing women dating back hundreds of years, a weapon to discredit us when we fought against abuses and stood up to authority.”
― Tom Rob Smith, The Farm

“They would all be sorry... particularly the duck.”
― Angie Sage

“This, I think, is the cost of telling, even in the guise of fiction. Once you do, it’s the only thing about you anyone will ever care about. It defines you whether you want it to or not.”
― Kate Elizabeth Russell, My Dark Vanessa

“Shanna was the first to go. And by "go" I mean die. And by "die" I mean get killed.”
― Stephen Graham Jones, Night of the Mannequins

“They will say I smoked cigarettes and marijuana, cursed hoarse as a crow in all my languages, and loved morphine and Demerol and tequila and pulque, women and men. I will shrug my illusion of shoulders and answer that I am a water woman, not a vessel, not something you can sail or charter. I am instead the tributary, the river, the fluid source, and the sea itself. I am all her rainy implications. And what do you, with your rusted compass, know of love?”
― Kate Braverman