Sinners Atone Quotes

“It’s a myth that the worst part about dying is the pain or the uncertainty of what comes next. It’s not. It’s the part where your life flashes before your eyes and there’s fuck-all you can do about it.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Atone

“Fuck”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Atone

“Mildred Black states her name. “—an inmate from the Washington Corrections Center for Women …”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Atone

“Because no matter how much pink I wear or how many good deeds I do, that one sentence—five words, thirty-five characters, including spaces—is set in stone. Mildred Black has a daughter. And she is exactly like her.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Atone

“I’m sick in mind, body, and spirit. My date is dying, and I’m too ugly to care. Too distracted, too captivated by the monster beside him. His attention is addicting. It burns through my veins, settles in cells of my DNA, and brings the world to rights. Gabriel Visconti has just poisoned a man for me. Me. A river of calm trickles through me. I wouldn’t cave for love or money. It’s not what I was born to do. David lets out a final breath, slow and stuttered. I flash Gabriel a halfhearted smile. “Oops.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Atone

“David gurgles again. My body twitches on instinct, a plea on my tongue. All the good in me wants to help—knows I should help—but something low and ugly and stubborn inside of me slithers up from where I buried it years ago and stitches my arms to my side. It’s not like I’ve never seen a man die before. Besides, his name is David. And David is the king of boring anecdotes.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Atone

“Frustration curls his lips. “You’re really going to let a man die because of your ego?” “No, you’re going to let him die because of yours.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Atone

“It all makes sense now. Why you carried me through the forest after the port explosion instead of bundling me into that trunk. And then when you did bundle me into a trunk, you felt so guilty that you took time out of your night to teach me how to get out of it. You also snapped at that poor sever for literally no reason. Oh—and then there was my panic attack in your garage, you talked me down from that too.” My gaze lifts to his. “And we both know what happened after that …” I trail off, leaving bruised wrists and gunshots burning over candles and white linen. If looks could kill, I’d be dead ten times over. “Say it,” he growls. “Say you won’t date.” “Say you’re jealous.” David lets out a strangled sound, his face now alarmingly pale, lips tinged gray. He slumps over, grappling at crumbs and silverware and nothing that can help him.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Atone

“I breathe out so hard the room spins. “Oh, my God. You really do have a crush on me.” His eyes narrow. “What?” “Gabriel Visconti,” I announce, loud enough for the entire restaurant to hear. “You have a crush on me.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Atone

“You make it stop.” I stare numbly at the syringe he places on the table. “What does that mean?” “Say you won’t go on another date.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Atone

“I stare at him, frozen in shock. “What have you done?” He settles against the backrest, like a man taking the weight off his feet after a long day working the yard. “Lesson three,” he says, sounding bored. “Never accept a drink from a stranger.” David makes a horrible, wet sound. His eyes are wide now, red creeping into the whites.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Atone

“This girl, honestly. There’s not much of me that’s soft, but there’s a tiny speck, somewhere between my top and bottom rib, that’s a little soft for Vicious’s wife.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Atone

“If it happens in the dark, it didn’t happen.” And suddenly, I realize why I haven’t been able to stop those words from playing on a constant loop in my head. Darkness has never scared me, but the freedom it brings is terrifying. In the dark, I could be anyone. Even my real self. And if whatever I did didn’t happen... Christ.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Atone

“I let out a slow, wistful sigh, dragging the blade lightly over his skin. “Your day is coming,” I whisper. “But it’s not today.” His chest caves when I drop the knife back into my pocket. Then I drive my knee up into his balls. A humorless smirk touches my lips as I shut his bedroom door on his screams with a quiet click. That was for calling Rory a gold-digging whore.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Atone

“In real life, monsters don’t live in the dark; they live in the light. They hold your hair back when you’re puking. They bake cakes, make signs, volunteer in hospitals. And sometimes, they even wear pink.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Atone

“Wren. Her name carves into my heart and etches into my skin. I hope the Devil allows keepsakes in hell, because fuck, I’m taking it with me.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Atone

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” I hadn’t meant to say that aloud. Guess death softens your insides, and liquid shit is coming out of my mouth too. Her wings flutter beneath the light as she cocks her head and flashes me a broad smile. It’s like looking at the fucking sun. A bitter amusement filters through me. “You hear that all the time.” “Yes, but tell me again.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Atone

“A dying man always turns his eyes to the sky.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Atone

“I knew you had a crush on me.” It comes out in a breathless, frantic whisper. “Oh, my God. I knew it.”
“Do I look like the type of man who’d have a crush on a girl who has a lip gloss for every day of the week?” he grunts.
My laugh is warped and manic. “What kind of girl only has seven lip glosses?”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Atone

“Visconti men don’t need to love something to hate seeing it in someone else’s hands. Guess it’s just not what we were born to do.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Atone

“She has her other hand on his chest, touching him, while he stares at her like she put the fucking sun in the sky herself. I know how her hand feels. I know the exact number of seconds it takes for her heat to bleed through my shirt and warm my skin. I could pick out her fingerprint on its texture alone because it’s etched onto my bicep, the hollows of my cheeks, the scar on my face.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Atone

“If The One doesn’t crash into me at a coffee shop and spill his Americano down my dress and then awkwardly scrub at my boobs with a napkin, I don’t want it.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Atone

“Jeez. Time really does fly when you’re getting cute.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Atone

“The day I don’t dance to the “Macarena” is the day I’m dead.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Atone

“I’ve suddenly remembered why I’m not afraid of the dark. It’s because I know those cautionary tales and horror movies are just fiction. In real life, monsters don’t live in the dark; they live in the light. They hold your hair back when you’re puking. They bake cakes, make signs, volunteer in hospitals. And sometimes, they even wear pink.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Atone

“Fuck, you’re beautiful. You hear that all the time.”
“Yes, but tell me again.”
― Somme Sketcher, Sinners Atone