Quotes by Stephanie Kallos

She soon learned, though, that giving weight to other peoples opinions was creative nihilism; it was like being banished from the Land of No Words and exiled to the Land of All Bullshit.

Sometimes a person can say I’m sorry a thousand times and that glue will never dry.

Less is less. Heartbreak is heartbreak. You think Im sitting here gloating. Telling myself that my suffering beats yours? Hurt is hurt. You dont measure these things.

Her heart was finished. It bore, perhaps, records of life, but it wasnt alive. Too late for decoration. Too late for effects. Further handling could only result in cracks and fractures. People could cut themselves on the edgesof her heart, she was sure of it.

If someone were to autopsy her heart, theyd find traces of life, evidence of eons gone by. Times when shed been able to feel and the feelings left imprints. Maybe her heart was wearing a cast. Maybe it wasnt sclerosed at all but atrophied, shrunken, and the cast enclosing it was scribbled over with stories written in a dead language. Was there any softness left in there? Any spot that was still unfired, unformed, unglazed? Was there access? Entry? A place still open to impression? No. Her heart was finished. It bore, perhaps, records of life, but it wasnt alive. Too late for decoration. Too late for effects. Further handling could only result in cracks and fractures. People could cut themselves on the edges of her heart, she was sure of it.