The Church of the Mountain of Flesh Quotes

“You told him he was a girl, but he did not agree. He did not think he lacked beauty, power, opportunity or acquaintance as a girl. Indeed, he did not think at all. He only felt his body stretching out of shape the fabric of his soul.”
― Kyle Wakefield, The Church of the Mountain of Flesh

“Goxum amethyst,” he says with his mouth full. “S’prolly whadidis anyway.”
― Kyle Wakefield, The Church of the Mountain of Flesh

“He was hanging from the ceiling upside-down, with red maypole ribbons streaming from his hair and eye sockets and black marrow prongs like chandelier chains for legs. As he threw his head back and spread his arms, every facet of the room bent towards him.
Isn’t he beautiful? God, isn’t he beautiful?”
― Kyle Wakefield, The Church of the Mountain of Flesh

“I would make him forget every word except please. I would make please his curse, his prayer, his hello.”
― Kyle Wakefield, The Church of the Mountain of Flesh

“To be told that your tongue is nailed down in the Devil’s mouth is a sweet and rotten pang, but to be told so in front of fifty people and watch them take your side is a sweeter, rottener one.”
― Kyle Wakefield, The Church of the Mountain of Flesh

“Not an angel among us but a madness. Not a pure light but a pair of hands which turned knives only onto people the world would believe had stabbed themselves.”
― Kyle Wakefield, The Church of the Mountain of Flesh

“Mm cwthos os aw cod ath ig—” I say with Ersilio’s hand muffling me.”
― Kyle Wakefield, The Church of the Mountain of Flesh

“I am surrounded on all sides by writhing havoc, once again searching for the centre of God and once again finding He is nothing but limbs bent around each other.”
― Kyle Wakefield, The Church of the Mountain of Flesh

“She would have been the perfect mother, but I was the perfect child, and perfect children make monsters of mothers.”
― Kyle Wakefield, The Church of the Mountain of Flesh