Monster Quotes

“Sometimes love didn't spring up on you in a moment of blinding clarity. Sometimes it crept up on you on a Tuesday night while you were standing at the sink doing dishes, the feeling settling into your soul in a way that made it too heavy to ignore anymore.”
― Jessica Gadziala, Monster

“I want pussy,” I said, looking down at her, “I go get some pussy. I don't stare at it through a fuckin' computer screen. I get my fingers and cock inside a real one. And maybe, if it's real sweet, I'll get my tongue in it too.”
― Jessica Gadziala, Monster

“Now there were plenty of words to describe the kind of rippling muscle perfection that greeted me. Jacked. Ripped. Built. Drool-worthy. Man candy. God damn! But the most appropriate seemed to be: holy fucking shit.”
― Jessica Gadziala, Monster

“But please refrain from torturing me with your asinine male chauvinistic ramblings first. Having tits doesn't negate having a fucking brain, you idiot.”
― Jessica Gadziala, Monster

“Girls want flowers and candy, they go for the nice business men. They want a good solid fucking that can make them see the face of god, they come to men like me. I make no apologies about being who I am.”
― Jessica Gadziala, Monster

“What the fuck are you so scared of?” “I'm not scared of anything!” I screeched, throwing away the rest of my toast, no longer hungry. I had never had an argument with a guy. Not ever. It was weird and it was making my belly twist and turn. And my old trusty friend anger was rearing his ugly head. “Bull fucking shit, Alex. You're scared of everything.” That wasn't true. I wasn't scared of anything. Not the way most people were. Not in a way that made them cautious, that made them second guess things they wanted to do. I just barreled ahead, to hell with the consequences. What was the worst that could happen? I'd die? So what? “No, I'm not...” “You're so scared of life that you're not fuckin' scared of dyin', Alex,” he said, his voice softer and his words fell with a weighted feeling inside me.”
― Jessica Gadziala, Monster

“Smart fuckin' mouth,” he said, his mouth near my ear as I leaned into him. “And wet fuckin' pussy.”
― Jessica Gadziala, Monster

“She said real life was awful enough, that if she was going to escape for a while, she wanted to escape into something that made her laugh.”
― Jessica Gadziala, Monster

“A mantra like one of those ridiculous self-help hypnosis cds playing in my head on a loop: I am a strong, confident, sexually experienced woman who does not need to feel ashamed of her nudity.”
― Jessica Gadziala, Monster

“I lived through this, I needed to find a new fuckin' job. Janitor. Used car salesman. Guinea pig trainer.”
― Jessica Gadziala, Monster

“I knew nothing about love. But it took six kisses to get from his mouth to his ear. Nine, ear to collarbone. Sixteen, collarbone to hipbone. And sometimes, when he was tired, he was ticklish right there in that hollow. No, I knew nothing about love. But I swear all I wanted to do for the rest of my life was lie on his chest, stealing his warmth, feeling him trace shapes into my hip. I wanted to slip my fingers in between his. There were seventeen scars on his hands. I wanted to know the story of every last one.”
― Jessica Gadziala, Monster

“A slow, somber song that was about smiling when your heart was breaking.”
― Jessica Gadziala, Monster