Little Deaths Quotes

“I always saw her. I knew her better than anyone. So if my colleague is right and we’re doomed to write what we know, then I’ve condemned myself to a thousand lifetimes with this woman, because for me, there’s never been anyone else.”
― Nenia Campbell, Little Deaths

“I was thinking,” he whispered. “If you’d taken me to bed ten years ago like I wanted and I fucked you every night since then, I’d have had you over three thousand times by now. Imagine that. How good it would be. I’d blow your fucking mind.”
― Nenia Campbell, Little Deaths

“I’d rather have you hating me than not have you at all.”
― Nenia Campbell, Little Deaths

“I don’t care if you see yourself as broken. I’ve been chasing your reflection in a ruin of jagged shards for the last ten years.”
― Nenia Campbell, Little Deaths

“Women in the public eye didn’t get the luxury of showing emotions; it branded them as temperamental, difficult to work with. Some men claimed to like it when women were angry—when they got emotional, even—but what they really liked was emotional impotence: half-baked emotions, not fully-formed, that expended themselves before they became inconvenient, most frequently after sex.”
― Nenia Campbell, Little Deaths

“This was what happened to girls who played dark games; they lost to the men who played them better.”
― Nenia Campbell, Little Deaths

“The hole in her wall that kept reappearing.”
― Nenia Campbell, Little Deaths

“She sucked in a breath at that look, because it made her understand what it was to be a butterfly with a pin thrust through its heart, displayed in such a way so that no flaw or feature, no matter how ugly or beautiful, could ever be hidden from view.”
― Nenia Campbell, Little Deaths

“As it turns out, writing takes you to some pretty dark places. You go down deep enough and soon it starts to define you.”
― Nenia Campbell, Little Deaths

“You’re a bastard.” “You’ve met my mother,” he said. “I think we both know that’s not true.”
― Nenia Campbell, Little Deaths

“Some men claimed to like it when women were angry—when they got emotional, even—but what they really liked was emotional impotence: half-baked emotions, not fully-formed, that expended themselves before they became inconvenient, most frequently after sex.”
― Nenia Campbell, Little Deaths

“The bite of the mourning chill on her bare shoulders.”
― Nenia Campbell, Little Deaths

“Her husband had bottled up poison and forced the whole town to drink it.”
― Nenia Campbell, Little Deaths

“She sucked in a breath at that look, because it made her understand what it felt like to be a butterfly with a pin thrust through its heart, displayed in such a way so that no flaw or feature, no matter how ugly or beautiful, could ever be hidden from view.”
― Nenia Campbell, Little Deaths