Martyrs and Monsters Quotes

“I see dull people,” she yawned.”
― Robert Dunbar, Martyrs and Monsters

“The original Gothic horror tales focused on personalities deformed through loneliness. Ghouls, vampires, werewolves: all made, not born. But the isolation? Are even such as these ever truly alone? Perhaps the psyche has always been more complex than that, desire eternally more potent than terror. Surely, none prowl entirely in solitude.”
― Robert Dunbar, Martyrs and Monsters

“Every hunchback has his gypsy, each phantom his diva, and flames of passion consume witches and martyrs alike. For any lonely monster, tradition demands that one sacrificial soul seek immolation. Ashes to ashes. It remains the ultimate, transformative act of love.”
― Robert Dunbar, Martyrs and Monsters

“The only thing worse than living inside an alligator had to be living inside a decrepit one.”
― Robert Dunbar, Martyrs and Monsters

“What’s the one thing so terrible that you’ve never told anyone? The one thing no one could ever forgive?” She stares hard into him. “The one thing no one could possibly know about and still love you?”
― Robert Dunbar, Martyrs and Monsters

“We’ve got to call 911,” she said.
“Are you sure that’s such a good idea?” he asked. “Our friends are dead. There’s probably drugs all over the place. You look like an alien, and we’re from out of town. Plus what are we going to report exactly? Think about it. We both know what we saw.”
“It was a roach, right?”
“I guess,” he nodded. “The size of an SUV.”
― Robert Dunbar, Martyrs and Monsters

“She wasn’t all that into guys anyhow, she kept telling herself. It’s just there were so goddamn many of them.”
― Robert Dunbar, Martyrs and Monsters

“After all, the male ego was a horrible thing.”
― Robert Dunbar, Martyrs and Monsters

“Even for an inbred clan deep in the swamp, she thought they might well be considered a peculiar bunch, but then the family always had run to eccentricity.”
― Robert Dunbar, Martyrs and Monsters

“…a bar he sometimes sneaked into called The Slab. (They served bloody marys and zombies – stiff drinks they called them – and the jukebox only played dirges. A spotlight pinned dead go-go boys in cages, and though he’d never ventured to the refrigerated back room, he’d heard stories.)”
― Robert Dunbar, Martyrs and Monsters