What We Kill Quotes

“The missing item is ‘bury a body.”
― Howard Odentz, What We Kill

“Leave my friends alone,” Anders screamed, drugged and deranged, as each rock fall broke something new in the greasy guy’s head and dark liquid sprayed out of him in the moonlight. “Leave them the fuck alone.”
― Howard Odentz, What We Kill

“Peel back the petals of the prettiest flower and there will still be tiny gnats eating it from the inside out.”
― Howard Odentz, What We Kill

“Hiya, Momsicle and Popsicle,” says Tate Cole with a voice that sounds like it’s crept out of the mouth of a spider.”
― Howard Odentz, What We Kill

“when the guy who’s interviewing her starts talking about Pavlovich’s special brand of vegetables and what makes them taste so good, her face goes completely white, and she pukes on his microphone.”
― Howard Odentz, What We Kill

“Speculation as to the nature of the fertilizer underneath his plantings has been mounting, and the people on the news are appropriately freaking out.”
― Howard Odentz, What We Kill

“Nobody is concerned with the nightmare these peoples’ families will have to endure once the bodies are identified.”
― Howard Odentz, What We Kill

“He has dark hair and a perpetual five o’clock shadow that seems studied and neat. His eyes are an electric blue without a hint of madness behind them. His smile is infectious”
― Howard Odentz, What We Kill

“Jewish kids don’t even say his name. I guess we’re taught not to in Hebrew School. We no more say his name than Hogwarts kids say Voldemort’s name out loud.”
― Howard Odentz, What We Kill

“Lifetimes ago, during World War II, the Nazis had homemade soap, too. Supposedly, that soap was made out of the melted down tallow of concentration camp victims. It was formed and molded by bits and pieces of grandmothers and grandfathers, parents and children, who were murdered by the biggest and most prolific mass murderer of all times.”
― Howard Odentz, What We Kill

“He’s sort of like a giraffe trying to hide behind an antelope”
― Howard Odentz, What We Kill

“A messed up image of two raisins smooshing themselves together bubbles to the surface. Gross.”
― Howard Odentz, What We Kill