Katrina Monroe > Quotes

“Writing is like giving yourself homework, really hard homework, every day, for the rest of your life. You want glamorous? Throw glitter at the computer screen.”
― Katrina Monroe

“Write a little. Read a little. Dick around on the internet. Post something to Pinterest or Facebook. Text a friend. Write some more. Curse it because it's shit. Write some more. Repeat.”
― Katrina Monroe

“You can have peace, or you can have freedom. Don’t ever count on having both at once.” -Robert A. Heinlein”
― Katrina Monroe, Sacrificial Lamb Cake

“There was no paper in Hell. All the fire made it impractical.”
― Katrina Monroe, Sacrificial Lamb Cake

“People like you never really apologize."
"People like me?"
"People who think they know everything.”
― Katrina Monroe, Graveyard of Lost Children

“Knowing where you are won't help you get where you need to be.”
― Katrina Monroe, Reaper

“You don’t fuck with fate, Oz, because she’ll ass-rape you with no lube, wearing a spiked dildo.”
― Katrina Monroe, Reaper

“Because seeing someone’s heart ripped out, presumably for the first time, is something a person should accept naturally, like finding out there’s no Santa Clause.”
― Katrina Monroe, Reaper

“It's easy to mistake belief for truth. It's easy to see things that aren't there, just because you want to see them”
― Katrina Monroe, Graveyard of Lost Children

“Having to be two people at once, both temptress and caregiver, wife and mother, minds are split in half. Even if somehow they didn't, if they managed to keep themselves whole, the act of mothering was torture. Breasts reduced to milk bags for animal rooting, sleep all but impossible to get, and the mind constantly twisted with wonder and worry for this helpless thing that would become no less helpless as it got older. An entire life devoted to the care and nurturing of another, always fearing, always convinced you were screwing up. Knowing deep down that whatever happened would be your fault.

The surprising thing was that more mothers didn't lose their minds.”
― Katrina Monroe, Graveyard of Lost Children

“It felt like the first time—twelve years old—hidden beneath a makeshift bed sheet tent and the astonishment (and not a little fear) that something came out of this fleshy joystick.”
― Katrina Monroe, Reaper

“Stupid. Trashy. Probably grew up in Bogdanoff. Where’s that? Just outside of wedlock! Har”
― Katrina Monroe, Graveyard of Lost Children

“Everyone wanted to talk at her, tell her how she felt, tell her to put on a smile and muddle through, but no one could be bothered to listen. To see how much she hurt”
― Katrina Monroe, Graveyard of Lost Children