Quotes by Nenia Campbell

We both want you dead. Im bringing the friendship bracelets to the next meeting.

You must be a blast on long car rides.”“Oh, I am. You havent experienced fun until you try to fuck in the front seat of a Civic.

You were a well-respected agent, Michael, a rags-to-riches fairytale ending. Until you became disgraced. Now it appears your own organization wishes to be rid of you. Why is this?”“My gun turned back into a pumpkin.

What is your collective GPA for this year?”“Not as high as Id like it to be.”Freud steepled his fingers in front of his mouth. “What about your parents?”“I dont know. They havent been in school for a while.

Lifes a party. So smile and eat shit and pretend its fucking caviar.

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.

Were 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.

My book sales are way down today. Also, Ive received two scathing reviews. One of them calls me “a purveyor of insipid wet-dreams.

I hope you nail the basta

He acted like a libertine of Europe with a genteel Southern propriety—and had all the morals of an emotionless psychopath. The two former masked the latter, like leaves covering a snare. You didnt notice the steel jaws until they were impaled in your flesh, and by then it was already far too late to run.

You may have bought my body, you may even have the papers to prove it, but dont fool yourself into thinking for a moment that my heart and mind were included in the purchase.

What happened out there?”“I almost got quarking toasted by a dragon.”“A dragon,” he repeats, scandalized. “Are you mad? Or have you been skulking around the bars of Barbary XIII?

If one has never known freedom, it is easy to be blind to the gridirons composing ones cell.

Life doesnt come with an eraser. Experiences leave their mark, for better or for worse. Anyone who tells you otherwise has never been hurt.

Im more than a few neurons shy of a synapse right now, and it feels absolutely fan-fucking-tastic.

She started life with a number, not a name. Class: S, No. 13295. She has them memorized by rote, though nobody ever calls her that. The Scientists feel foolish addressing her in long, bewildering strings of alphanumerics. They have told her so themselves. To save time, they simply call her “Snow.

She said my glasses made me look like a butch jocks locker room bitch.

Some people are born to fandom, others have fandom thrust upon them.

Thats life. Life is the ultimate game, and its rules were made to be broken

There is no redemption in a cruel mans love.