Everyone's Pretty Quotes

“What was it she hated about people? What they were, and loved what they could be. Herself included. Far away in space, where there was no gravity, there was a stubborn outrageous molecule of hope, unseen, untouched, spinning. A long, empty range beyond it, making discovery almost impossible. Before resistance, sympathy.”
― Lydia Millet, Everyone's Pretty

“Hate had been all she had. She used to think it was splendid, would outlive her, a mote spinning in space, unseen. But now it was hope she dreamed of, spinning there endlessly. Hatred was boring.”
― Lydia Millet, Everyone's Pretty

“There was a rooster in the henhouse. His beak was nobly arched, his claws sharp, his feathers preened: but the old hen was squawking again, flustered by his virile displays. She pecked like a hen and spat like a camel.”
― Lydia Millet, Everyone's Pretty

“The youthful must be tutored in the rigid regulations of Darwinism, or they would never know the satiation of a fresh kill.”
― Lydia Millet, Everyone's Pretty

“—May I take your order, rasped an underpaid voice from the speakerbox. —Black coffee that’s all thanks and I know the total, said Alice, and released the handbrake to coast downhill to the window. —Cream with that? —No thanks just black, said Alice, and forked over the coin of the realm. It happened every single day. She always enunciated clearly. Black coffee, she said. But ears were growing obsolete from disuse. They would atrophy soon and fall off. The man of the future would be featureless save for his mouth.”
― Lydia Millet, Everyone's Pretty