Sickening Quotes

“Here's a tip. If you touch a girl, even as joke, and she pushes you off, leave... her... alone. Don't touch her. Anywhere! Just stop. Your touch does nothing but sicken her.”
― Jay Asher, Thirteen Reasons Why

“Once, in a three-day taping that included several sadists, the material was so overwhelming that both the film crew and I got sick - I with a sinus infection, and the entire film crew with a flu so severe they had to delay their departure from the motel. Our immune systems had weakened, I believe, from the beating out souls had taken.”
― Anna Salter, Predators: Pedophiles, Rapists, and Other Sex Offenders

“Propaganda campaigns in general have been closely attuned to elite interests. The Red scare of 1919-20 have served well to abort the union-organizing drive that followed World War I in the sell and other industries. The Truman-McCarthy Red scare helped inaugurate the Cold War and the permanent war economy, and it also served to weaken the progressive coalition of the New Deal years. The chronic focus on the plight of Soviet dissidents, on enemy killings in Cambodia, and on the Bulgarian Connection helped weaken the Vietnam syndrome, justify a huge arms buildup and a more aggressive foreign policy, and divert attention from upward redistribution of income that was the heart of Reagan's domestic economic program. The recent propaganda-disinformation attacks on Nicaragua have been needed to avert eyes from the savagery of the war in El Salvador and to justify the escalating U.S. investment in counterrevolution in Central America.”
― Noam Chomsky, Manufacturing Consent: The Political Economy of the Mass Media

“While he was still dreading having to eat the bastard, he was grateful that he wouldn’t be the first one to have to tear a strip of brain from its head”
― Matthew Bracey, Steel Dogs

“Stray voltage/current/frequency is the most serious form of exposure. Electrocution kills very few people per year. Stray voltage/current/frequency exposure is suspected to be making people sick in the millions!”
― Steven Magee, Electrical Forensics

“Being skilled in Catsism is like being a ninja only deadlier and not so silent. The only bad thing is the sickening grammar you have to use.”
― Will Advise, Nothing is here...

“I’ll rid the world of each one of you,” he whispered. “Every single one…”
― Zoe Cruz, Beastia

“Oxygen deprivation and supplemental oxygen are both bio-hazards for Mauna Kea workers”
― Steven Magee

“It has been known for many years that a subset of the population cannot tolerate the radiation emitted by transmitting utility meters and sickness results in these people.”
― Steven Magee, Electrical Forensics

“Empathy is sickening. It reminds me of funeral salesmen who like ashy-faced owls appear deeply moved by your great loss, while giving Lord God Almighty thanks for throwing their way yet another stiff.”
― Vinko Vrbanic

“The troubadour of the sickening era is as loud as the people let it be.”
― Florin-Marian Hera, Ten Loud Rocks

“As he takes off his shroud, I realize how good I've gotten at pretending. Pretending not to notice the knives covering nearly every surface-knives that were specifically designed to peel my flesh. Pretending that eating preserves out of the same kind of jar they use to store our body parts in to sell back to the county is perfectly normal.Pretending this isn't crazy.. that we could actually get away with it...live happily ever after. But there is one thing in all of this that is not pretend. I'm in love with him. I may not be able to spend my life with him, grow old with him, but I can choose to give him my heart. My body. My soul. That's the one thing they will never be able to control in me. Untying the bow from my ribbon I wait for him. He swallows hard before stepping towards. Taking in slow, measured breaths, he twirls the strand around his finger. Our eyes meet. The energy radiating between us is so intense it feels like we might burn down the world. As he pulls the strand, releasing my braid, I know I should avert my gaze, turn my eyes to God, the way we’re taught, but in this moment, all I want is for him to see me. To be seen. As he lifts my slip over my head, it’s like lifting my veil. As I unbutton his trousers, I’m accepting his flower. When he presses his skin against mine, the bloom he chose for me opens
up, filling the space with a heady perfume of longing and pain. Entirely
ephemeral. Absolutely forbidden. And completely out of our control.
Dropping the ribbon to the floor, the last confine the county holds over
me, I lead him to the bed. He’s a poacher. I’m prey. Nothing will ever change that. But in this small treetop cabin, away from our home, and the men who named us, we
are still human beings, longing for connection, to feel something more than
despair in this bleak year. With nothing but the moon and the stars as our witness, he lies beside me. Pressing our palms together, entwining our fingers, we breathe in time. This is exactly where we need to be. There’s no second-guessing, no thinking. And when his lips meet mine, the world disappears. Like magic.”
― Kim Liggett, Grace Year