The Orange Eats Creeps Quotes

“Everything satisfies precisely. Engorge sticky pricks. Enrage secret processes. Endure sexy pretense. Emerge surrounded parasitically. Energy sufficiently pulverized. Erection scoff prevention. Endorphin scream passage. Ecstatic speed patriarch. Embers slash plastic. Embalm severe parents. Epidemic seduction procedure. Escape seemed possible. Enormous secretion property.”
― Grace Krilanovich, The Orange Eats Creeps

“It was only a couple of minutes before he realized it. The whole world can burn.”
― Grace Krilanovich, The Orange Eats Creeps

“Remember how we sang? Remember how we danced? How we fell and lost lives? Remember those who got cut down, who got left dying on the grass, in the sun? What do you see when you look at one another now — tell me, little boy, where will you run??”
― Grace Krilanovich, The Orange Eats Creeps

“Beginnings?” I said to no one in particular. What an arbitrary mess of a word. Let’s dispense with all misguided (imprecise) (illusory) (disingenuous) terminology right off the bat.”
― Grace Krilanovich, The Orange Eats Creeps

“House Mom stapled loose hanging pieces of her clothing together and sealed it to her body with duct tape. She bound her hair into an indestructible rope hiding several rounds of ammunition. Her mouth was covered in scars where she had tried to wake sleeping pets and her skirts were dusted with strychnine and cobwebs. Rat traps held her stockings in place. She painted the undersides of her fingernails with Wite-Out and decorated the big purple hogweed scars up and down her arms with permanent marker. The soles of her shoes were crusted with bone and pygmy goat hairs and she licked at the drifts of dried cream in the palms of her hands. Her teeth dried into clear tiles clanking together around the house…”
― Grace Krilanovich, The Orange Eats Creeps

“You tricked me into coming here - it's a trap.


It's not a trap if you can just walk away.”
― Grace Krilanovich, The Orange Eats Creeps

“You tricked me into coming here - it's a trap".

"It's not a trap if you can just walk away.”
― Grace Krilanovich, The Orange Eats Creeps

“Creeping around under steel overpasses downtown I lived with my eyes to the ground, struck by how many gutter punks, panhandlers, dumpster divers, gakkers, vagrants, and romantic trumps would never fuckin get it: the fact that we have to dig for stuff we don’t understand cuz we live in a past we don’t understand.”
― Grace Krilanovich, The Orange Eats Creeps

“I could see the writing on the wall. It wasn’t the ’90s. It wasn’t even the Pacific Northwest anymore. Something had come and swept that all away and I was left cooped up in a stinky sarcophagus dreaming of the place where I was born, feeling very sad because that place, too, had been gathered up and stuffed into the mouth of the world. I felt caught halfway through somebody’s poorly maintained digestive tract.”
― Grace Krilanovich, The Orange Eats Creeps

“No one notices the negative space around life. Surrounding this town, between trees and businesses.”
― Grace Krilanovich, The Orange Eats Creeps

“At twilight, people came searching for her and she bit her hand to keep from calling for help. She grew numb from the cold and could no longer move her legs or arms. Watching the starry winter sky she fell asleep. Her hair grew flat and brittle and grew endlessly, curling out through her fists, unable to contain it. Her hair fell in among the plants and fallen leaves that blanketed the forest floor, worming its way through the earth and taking root as new plants, tiny shafts stuck in dirt cracks like melted pins — translucent beings yearning for the light. Her eyes closed and she died in all her dreams. She sat up, holding her hand in front of her face she watched as the nails grew long and unwieldy, curling around and around her hand, freezing it open. She had two traps for hands —”
― Grace Krilanovich, The Orange Eats Creeps

“I’m baking a cake. I’m making a Taste Food Cake just for taste, one with white crust with flecks of butter, a smallish one, the dimensions of a roller rink, single level with chewy sponge and jelly gleaming in its own red carpet inside… We like sucking at the sides of cakes, siphoning off the reserves of cream and spitting it out on the pavement. We lap at the trimmings. Suck on the sugar-slicked decorations and swallow the jelly from between layers of chewy cream…”
― Grace Krilanovich, The Orange Eats Creeps

“When I woke up enough to know I was still restrained with a long grey rope I was soothed by an onlooker who mopped my brow with a brown dress sock. He said Let me take your top off, I want to feel your adorable flesh next to mine. I want to cup your breasts and weigh them in my hand like an expensive bag of grain. Let me take your pants off, I want to bend your legs until they reach around my love for you, it is so great. I will run my fingers up and down the spot where the world stops spinning and escapes into a black box. Let me take your ring off, I want to put my mouth around its gold seal, the purity of its design eclipsed by a desire so perfect it must not be spoken of. I put the naked finger in my mouth and sucked away at it, cleaning the nail that traces trails of disaster on my back. Let me take you away from all of this, lovely girl, because I know how sad one can be when un-loved.”
― Grace Krilanovich, The Orange Eats Creeps

“If you’re cold, you’re dead, but if you’re cool, you’re only halfway there.”
― Grace Krilanovich, The Orange Eats Creeps