Wicked Little Things Quotes

“Now,” I say, “let’s get queso and be wicked.”
― Justin Arnold, Wicked Little Things

“Hey, Prince Eric,” Hannah says to him, “kiss Ariel later. We need to bind this demon now.”
― Justin Arnold, Wicked Little Things

“So.” I give a half grin. “What are we playing? Spin the bottle? Seven minutes in heaven? Drink the Kool-Aid?”
― Justin Arnold, Wicked Little Things

“Mom comes wide-eyed into the kitchen. When she sees me, she pales. I hold up Aloysius by the scruff of the neck. “It’s talking to me!” I shout. “Care to explain that?” Mom stares at the raccoon and paints on a tight-lipped smile. “Raccoons don’t talk. I think you’re just confused and tired.” “Robyn.” Aunt Bella sighs. “Don’t gaslight your child.”
― Justin Arnold, Wicked Little Things

“It always unnerves me a little, to see the devil’s bride going into Pioneer Woman mode, but we all have our hobbies, I guess.”
― Justin Arnold, Wicked Little Things

“Calm down, I think. Just a fucking adorable raccoon. The raccoon makes its clicking sound again, and I swear it actually just said, “Watch your tongue, young man. And thank you.”
― Justin Arnold, Wicked Little Things

“This isn’t a murder factory, it’s Tinker Bell’s Nightmare Sorority.”
― Justin Arnold, Wicked Little Things

“What”
― Justin Arnold, Wicked Little Things

“But there were strange girls in red jackets trying to read my mind, and I lit a bible on fire, not to mention that a killer might have my phone number.”
― Justin Arnold, Wicked Little Things

“Dane can’t come to the podium right now. He’s too busy digging a hole to crawl into.”
― Justin Arnold, Wicked Little Things

“The reverend—or pastor—shaman?—I don’t know what he is, says a lot of words about god and heaven. Plans and paths. Tooth fairies and wizards in emerald cities. Okay, I have no clue what he’s talking about. My family was never religious, so I can’t tell you why he’s even here.”
― Justin Arnold, Wicked Little Things

“Aunt Bella comes at me, sweeping me into a giant hug and cutting off my retort. “Daney-Waney-Yuletide,” she coos. Damn it. Whoever let my mother give me that middle name needs their ass kicked. Yuletide. As though I’m Santa’s favorite elf, destined to save Christmas in vivid Claymation.”
― Justin Arnold, Wicked Little Things