Red Wings Quotes

“Paris is always the answer”
― Neda Aria, Red Wings: A Lust in Paris Novel - Vol. I

“I felt as if my body was a temple of luxury.”
― Neda Aria, Red Wings: A Lust in Paris Novel - Vol. I

“Desire blurred reality.”
― Neda Aria, Red Wings: A Lust in Paris Novel - Vol. I

“Money grasps a hold of you with a tight grip.”
― Neda Aria, Red Wings: A Lust in Paris Novel - Vol. I

“Hope is a fickle mistress, elusive and tantalizing.”
― Neda Aria, Red Wings: A Lust in Paris Novel - Vol. I

“I was the devil, the sin, the guilt.”
― Neda Aria, Red Wings: A Lust in Paris Novel - Vol. I

“Paris wasn't merely a place; it was a voyage into sensation.”
― Neda Aria, Red Wings: A Lust in Paris Novel - Vol. I

“I was born to be a dead fish.”
― Neda Aria, Red Wings: A Lust in Paris Novel - Vol. I

“Some people frolic through existence as if it’s a carnival, untouched by hardship.”
― Neda Aria, Red Wings: A Lust in Paris Novel - Vol. I

“I convinced myself that I was an art piece to shake off feeling like a prostitute.”
― Neda Aria, Red Wings: A Lust in Paris Novel - Vol. I

“Everything in love is in sadism: hauntingly familiar, irresistible.”
― Neda Aria, Red Wings: A Lust in Paris Novel - Vol. I

“Paris was gnawing on my existence.”
― Neda Aria, Red Wings: A Lust in Paris Novel - Vol. I

“The day my story began, my life felt like a plastic bag tightly wrapped around my head.”
― Neda Aria, Red Wings: A Lust in Paris Novel - Vol. I

“Light the match. Fuck the rules. Set the world on fire.”
― Neda Aria, Red Wings: A Lust in Paris Novel - Vol. I

“It was as if Paris birthed me into the glowing orange lights of nighttime shops mirrored in rain puddles, the serene lavender blue of the night sky, the grandeur of the Eiffel Tower. And years later, as of today, it defecated me into this gritty side plagued by crime, violence, rats, riots, poverty, and animosity. It evolved me into a monster birthed from it dichotomy of filth and beauty.”
― Neda Aria, Red Wings: A Lust in Paris Novel - Vol. I

“Everything in love is in sadism – hauntingly familiar, irresistible, leaves a melancholy that sticks around. Both have this way of grabbing us, making us come back for more.”
― Neda Aria, Red Wings: A Lust in Paris Novel - Vol. I