Cinnamon Toast and the End of the World Quotes

“I realised I really was shy. And once I was in it, I couldn't escape. I'd go to talk and find my face was made of cement. Nothing would come out. On winter days, I'd feel myself turning grey at the edges and fading into the walls.

Was this defensive strategy? It was paralysing. And it went on for years.”
― Janet E. Cameron, Cinnamon Toast and the End of the World

“It's not the end of the world.'
That's what people will tell you. That's what people will tell you when they want to say, 'Your problems are stupid, your reaction to them is laughable, and I would like you to go away now.”
― Janet E. Cameron, Cinnamon Toast and the End of the World

“It's not the end of the world'. That's what people will tell you. That's what people will tell you when they want to say, 'Your problems are stupid, your reaction to them is laughable, and I would like you to go away now'.”
― Janet E. Cameron, Cinnamon Toast and the End of the World

“Sometimes it really is the end of the world. Sure, everything’s continuing the same as it ever did, but there’s been a shift. Suddenly, you don’t know what the rules are. People will do things that leave you baffled. Or maybe you’ll surprise yourself, start acting like a person you don’t recognize. And you have to live in it now, this new world. You can’t ever go back.”
― Janet E. Cameron, Cinnamon Toast and the End of the World

“Sometimes I'd be in my room, doing my Saturday-morning impression of an abandoned corpse”
― Janet E. Cameron, Cinnamon Toast and the End of the World

“Suicide by Jason. I'd have to file that one away with the rest of them. The ways and means. Razors, pills, hanging, guns, jumping in the river, rigging up a car to feed me carbon monoxide. I'd been through the pros and cons. I wasn't sure how or when it would happen. Really hoped I'd be dead before people started finding out about all this weird sex stuff. Because if they knew this about me, I was sure they were going to assume that it was the reason. Everybody milling around my mother's house in black, eating little triangle sandwiches with the crusts cut off. 'Oh, of course. That's why. Well, how unfortunate.'

I didn't want to be dismissed so easily. There were a hundred different reasons. Or there was no reason at all. There was just big, fat, fucking fate sitting on my head.”
― Janet E. Cameron, Cinnamon Toast and the End of the World

“Mark's breathing was slow and steady, his eyes closing for a few seconds at a time before he'd blink himself awake.

And all I'd wanted was to get thrown through the glass of the TV set and feel a machete sink into my head. Thank you, Jason.”
― Janet E. Cameron, Cinnamon Toast and the End of the World