Earth Angel Quotes

“We went to the market together. We avoided seed oils together.”
― Madeline Cash, Earth Angel

“But he said he'd come with me to Lancaster so that I didn't get murdered. I said that if we both got murdered then the baby would be an orphan. He said we'd have to bring the baby too so that way we we'd all get murdered. And then we'd just be gone. Like those children in the plane crash. Like my dentist. So we decided to bring the baby. Plus the baby liked car rides.”
― Madeline Cash, Earth Angel

“My friends are on Animal Crossing and Club Penguin and have Nintendogs and Neopets and Tamagotchis and all of the simulated animals of 2008 and the US is in a financial crisis and I’m reading a book called TTYL by Lauren Myracle which is the pinnacle of literature as far as I’m concerned. The pastor tells me to read the Bible which is not written by Lauren Myracle. I imagine Noah’s Ark filled with Nintendogs.”
― Madeline Cash, Earth Angel

“I think about the black and white photo of the construction workers having lunch on the scaffolding. Those men aren’t up there anymore. They’re backend coders. They buy Bitcoin and pitch up their voices on Ableton. They’re on my For You page because they’re for me. We’re the American workforce and our scaffolding is on Zoom.”
― Madeline Cash, Earth Angel

“It doesn’t matter,” says Dorian. “We’re all the same,” his voice slurring with imminent inebriation. “And I don’t say that fatalistically, I take comfort in it. You, me, Tadam Biddle,” he gestures outward, vaguely towards the streets of Lower Manhattan. “Working stiffs, housewives, schoolchildren, church-goers, the upper class and middle class and—what are they calling it now?— working class, but then more specifically widows and illegal immigrants, truckers and people with master’s degrees, drifters, retired landowners, sovereign citizens, teamsters, the mentally insane, ambulance chasers, girlbosses, teachers and nurses, protesters, Southern aristocrats, temps, sex workers, Satanists, the young and beautiful, intravenous drug users, the people who stand outside of art galleries, industry plants, Canadian jocks, rust belters, foreign heirs, Hasids, carnies, plastic surgeons, men with Napoleon complexes, engineers, podcasters, the terminally ill, Holocaust deniers, terrorists, kings and queens, in the monarchical sense not the colloquial one. All the same.” “What are you?” I ask. “Easy,” says Dorian. “I’m the jester. My societal role allows me to speak truth to power. I’d say you are too but you don’t seem to participate in enough self-parody.” “I can make fun of myself.” “Alright, then you’re the jester too. Cheers, jester.” Dorian clinks his drink with my water glass which the more superstitious consider to be bad luck.”
― Madeline Cash, Earth Angel