Wrath James White > Quotes

“Her belly ruptures full of parasites,
Her eyes sink back in her skull
Her butchered wrists, dangle
From the edge of the bathtub
Her children cuddle against her Desperate for love she cannot give”
― Wrath James White

“So very lovely
His blood on her swollen lips
His first vampire
So very lovely
He would have to remember
Each salacious cut
He took her slowly
Bled her of secrets and screams
He smiled contemplating
That vampires bled just like whores.”
― Wrath James White, Vicious Romantic

“You told me that what I felt wasn't normal, that there was joy and beauty in the world. You lied! All of you. Happiness is the illusion. It's the pain that's real. Joy is just a brief interval between periods of grief that just heightens and accentuates it. When I didn't know happiness I could live with this torture. If this sorrow was constant like my pain then maybe I could. But happiness keeps you from getting used to it. It gives you false hope so that it can crush you when all the hurt comes back.”
― Wrath James White, His Pain

“Could it be that what we called aberrant behavior was in fact the natural state of man? Was there an instinct to kill? An instinct to rob,rape,maim,and destroy? In animals Joe saw every act that man had proclaimed criminal and sinful performed with startling regularity.”
― Wrath James White, Succulent Prey

“Todd paused and stared into Terrence's eyes. there was no understanding there, just a white-hot rage and fear. he was looking at Todd the way you would look at a kid on ritalin who'd just taken a loaded shotgun down from the mantel.”
― Wrath James White, Population Zero

“I was doing the LGBTQ version of a minstrel show.”
― Wrath James White, And Hell Followed: An Anthology

“Every ounce of bigotry, prejudice, intolerance, and hatred in the entire neighborhood was bubbling to the surface. Not everyone in the neighborhood was high on horse, but enough to light the spark. After that, mass hysteria, mob mentality, a primordial, tribal groupthink had taken over. Nothing galvanizes people like hatred. Small insignificant differences and divisions became insurmountable chasms, reasons to fight, kill, or die. Anyone who didn’t look like them, think like them, dress like them, worship like them, or vote like them, was now the enemy. Blood was being spilled in every direction I looked.”
― Wrath James White, And Hell Followed: An Anthology

“It’s more than that, Alex. It’s not just sick curiosity or even subconscious sadism. It’s the hunger for stimulation; the endless desire for the new and bold. It’s not just the rape and the gore and the reality of it all. It’s easy to understand that there is a small group of loonies out there who do this sort of thing. The brilliance of it is that people who don’t do this sort of thing, who wouldn’t ever have the balls to or perhaps not even the desire to, still want to see it. Whether people admit it or not, there is a side to everyone that wants to witness things that are almost impossible to imagine, let alone see. The genius of snuff is not its existence but rather its universal appeal. While totally repugnant, it is still more enticing than the filthiest porn.”
― Wrath James White, D.O.A. II

“No. I’m pretty fucking far from okay.”
― Wrath James White, The Resurrectionist: Authors Preferred Edition

“And, you don’t see anything wrong with threatening to anally rape me for being gay?”
― Wrath James White, And Hell Followed: An Anthology

“Sophie had many positive qualities that balanced out her unpleasant pre-coffee demeanor.”
― Wrath James White, And Hell Followed: An Anthology

“It’s like those Christians that say that if there wasn’t a God they’d be out there robbing, raping, and murdering folks. If that’s true, and the only reason they aren’t out committing crimes is because they’re afraid to go to hell, then they aren’t really good people.”
― Wrath James White, The Resurrectionist: Authors Preferred Edition

“Ah fuck, he’s going to gnaw my arm off; I’m losing a limb. I can’t go through life with one arm. I mean, fuck, I’m already a hideous rodent with no game,” he said, sniffling. “I’ll be a wobbly, off-balanced dipshit who lost his arm to an ass. And not even the good type of ass. “Are you crying?” “No, no, I have sweat in my eyes,” he explained as the donkey’s tongue kept licking his face.”
― Wrath James White, And Hell Followed: An Anthology

“Imagine that; you survive the apocalypse, the scourge of Satan, the wrath of Jesus, and your first order of business is to bust a nut.” “I’m not surprised. Humans were never good at prioritizing,” I replied,”
― Wrath James White, And Hell Followed: An Anthology

“Don’t run from it, Jason. Don’t try to escape my voice. That will only make it worse. You have to let yourself experience the pain. You have to listen, Jason.”
― Wrath James White, His Pain

“How was I supposed to know Jesus was brown?” replied Private Daniels with labored breath, dodging mortar explosions. “Blame Caucasian society for that shit, not me! Sunday School told me he looked like bearded Ewan McGregor, not the reanimated corpse of Osama bin Laden floating through the fucking sky! I thought he was coming to get us and I panicked!”
― Wrath James White, And Hell Followed: An Anthology

“The entire time we spent furiously copulating in the stench and filth leaking from the dumpster in front of us, she kept calling me Billy. I later learned “Billy” was her high school sweetheart who’d perished in a motorcycle accident thirty years ago, and seeing my face, she thought he’d returned from the grave to lick the custard-like discharge from her rancid geriatric vagina. I was more than happy to help her play out this fantasy.”
― Wrath James White, The Bug Collector

“One of the first things the roving metalheads did was set fire to every church in town, which was pretty “on brand”.”
― Wrath James White, And Hell Followed: An Anthology

“I ain’t no slut. I’m a whore. There’s a difference.”
― Wrath James White, The Bug Collector

“forgetting the fact that she’d walked in on the child feasting on her own fingers. All that mattered to Alexis was that her daughter was finally skinny.”
― Wrath James White, Voracious

“The Four Horsemen weren’t pain and pestilence manifested as giants who rode skeletal stallions from the sky, but instead were roadies for Metallica, Slayer, Megadeath, and Anthrax from the original Big Four of Thrash Tour. They rode into town on four old, beat-to-shit golf carts covered in stickers for metal bands, most of which were unreadable.”
― Wrath James White, And Hell Followed: An Anthology

“This book is a work of Extreme Horror. It contains lewd, lascivious, and grotesque depictions of extreme violence, torture, dismemberment, disfigurement, murder, intercourse, premarital sex, fellatio, cunnilingus, analingus, anal intercourse, sexual abuse, child sexual abuse, sexually transmitted infections, disease, rape, cannibalism, prostitution, sexist language, homophobic language, racist language, foul language, threatening language, kidnapping, bondage, vomit, female ejaculation, golden showers, dysfunctional households, bad parenting, and the blatant misuse of kitchen utensils and chess pieces.”
― Wrath James White, The Bug Collector

“The horns blew, and Jesus came floating out of the damned sky like Magneto to save us all! How did you repay him? You shot him in the fucking face and he hit the ground! He hit that shit harder than Paul Walker driving through a Christmas tree farm! So, yes! Congratulations! You’re the Antichrist and your father was a psychic!”
― Wrath James White, And Hell Followed: An Anthology