Once a flower is picked it immediately begins to die.

I participate in BDSM, but I wasn’t abused as a child. I don’t hate women, or particularly enjoy hurting women. Sometimes I make them feel pain, but it’s consensual, it serves a purpose—to get them...

I hope you nail the bastard.”So does he.

Lisa blamed Twilight, and the preconceived notions about men (especially dangerous men) that it tended to form in the impressionable adolescent mind.

Maybe it frightened them, to admit that a woman could be master of her fate.

A lot of people have it in for me. It’s practically a school sport.

Crazy people always think they’re perfectly sane. It’s what makes them so crazy; their entire delusion lies within the fact that they believe they aren’t deluded.

I’m going to fuck you up until your mother bleeds.

The concept, maybe. But in literature? That’s like ordering a glass of tap water at a bar.

I cannot breathe, or see, nor swim,My darkness is composed of him.

Mámá was fond of saying that nothing tastes as good as skinny feels—an aphorism I was pretty sure she’d cribbed from the thinspiration sites she subscribed to online—but I believed that anyone who said such...

Time can be as fluid as water, and never in the way you’d like; it slows down to a standstill when you wish you could get things over with, and rushes by in a blur...

Life’s a party. So smile and eat shit and pretend it’s fucking caviar.

Psychological imprisonment was no less uncomfortable than its physical counterpart. In some ways, it was even worse; it provided the illusion of physical freedom, but garnered none of the benefits of it.

Conquest was not satisfying if it began with a surrender.

…there was a difference between killing for nourishment and killing for curiosity or sport.

I feel I could kill. I feel that I might like it. And I know that this should scare me. But it doesn’t. It excites me. I am in Plato’s cave, watching the shadows and...

It ain’t polite to taste people. Shit.

The amount of sympathy you get from having an illness is paid out like a Ponzi scheme and psychiatric disorders are all the way at the bottom.

What do you want to do with your life, then?” is often the question I’m asked.To be honest, I don’t know. I really don’t.Mainly because I don’t see myself living long enough for that to...

In my experience, the romance novels written about BDSM have about as much in common with actual BDSM relationships as a child playing with a jump rope.

Ça va. Nap time is over.

So you thought you could shit and eat at the same time. How disgustingly convenient.

Understanding did not provide solace or make the pain go away; in many ways, understanding was just more salt in the emotional wound. Ignorance allowed one to fight back with unfettered cruelty. Understanding inspired empathy,...

We don’t have dealings. He just stalks me. I’m popular like that.

We feel most alive when we are closest to death.

Keep calm. You have the forest in your blood.

I can’t believe it. He is sporting a bona fide erection in the middle of class. All because of me.In history you learn about entire kingdoms crumbling into chaos because of a woman—or, in some...

Snow.

She understood now why so many members of her kind died so young. It was possible to squeeze an entire lifetime of living into a single day: to live more, to feel more, in the...

If you don’t feel the same way about him, if you’re just leading him on, you need to tell him that. I’ve seen too many nice guys get shafted because a girl can’t get over...

I don’t know. They haven’t been in school for a while.

You may have bought my body, you may even have the papers to prove it, but don’t fool yourself into thinking for a moment that my heart and mind were included in the purchase.

Death is one lover who cannot be spurned.

We’re so concerned with the idea of what we ought to be that we fail to take into account the things that make us who we really are.

We’re all hunters in my family, you know. Deer, ducks…damsels.

Well blow me down with a solar flare.

Val had a horrific image of Lisa peering through a magnifying glass like a grotesquely teenybopper version of Nancy Drew — in jeggings.

When they figure out how to bottle up orgasms and sell them as a food additive, I’ll be first in line.

Butt holes are like a one-way street; they were made the way they were for a reason.

Most creatures run when they sense danger. People grab a six-pack and a folding chair.

how are they going to get me?”). Persecution becomes inevitable, inescapable. And once you get into the victim mindset, you’re fucked. The bullies don’t even need to hurt you now; your poor, warped, pathetic brain...

You would do well to guard your tongue, lest it be stricken from you.

I’m sorry I missed the meeting and hurt your little feely-weels okay?

Not all poison was bitter. Some of the deadliest poisons in the world tasted sweet; they were that much more dangerous because of it.

Fear could drive one to violence as quickly as anger could.

You are the playground of which I have free reign.

Are you mad? Or have you been skulking around the bars of Barbary XIII?

Maybe in a way all living things are like flickering flames in a precarious night, always on the verge of being extinguished. Whether we kindle slowly but steadily, or go out in a brilliant burst...

One doesn’t need to be taught fear when one is the hunted.