Stag Quotes

“Now I thought I understood a little better the impulse to throw a party like this to alchemize a howl of pain into a howl of laughter.”
― Karen Russell, Stag

“There is a loneliness that cannot know itself, that needs us to walk alongside it.”
― Karen Russell, Stag

“Humans kicking the can down the road and changing nothing about the way we live.”
― Karen Russell, Stag

“Promises are fragile things. You blink, and they turn into lies.”
― Karen Russell, Stag

“do pray. I find that this surprises people. Perhaps it surprised Cristina last night in the hotel room. Perhaps I got down on my knees at 4:00 a.m. and prayed forgive me, forgive me, forgive me. I pray to my daughter. I won’t forgive myself, but in my weaker moments I can still be blinded by the shining of the world. The yolky, indeterminate slide of the world. At my weakest, in the spaces between eye blinks, I do let myself wonder, could this be a prelude? Could this world be the gray life before dawn? Please let it be so. Please let there be a world outside the world, life beyond life. Be led, said the voice I followed here. Unless it was only my own voice, routed through the darkness.”
― Karen Russell, Stag

“I was not surprised that my species had so efficiently destroyed, in two generations, an animal that had lived under the winged shadows of pteranodons.”
― Karen Russell, Stag

“Burning through money—what more annihilating pastime is there? Gambling can feel like burning yourself in effigy, a penance for having money to lose.”
― Karen Russell, Stag

“Now answer me truthfully: ls there a love alive that death cannot part? People talk about heaven as if it's a sort of haunted mansion suspended in embalming fluid, but this is not the eternity I imagine. I want to believe In a heaven of red and giving blood. A heaven where I Will know my daughter.”
― Karen Russell, Stag

“An alter ego is still an ego. Even an alias can accumulate a shell of ungainly history”
― Karen Russell, Stag

“Nothing makes you feel quite so hollow as realizing your body is the cannon a woman is using to return enemy fire.”
― Karen Russell, Stag