Mark Kirkbride > Quotes

“Her curiosity tore at her. “Is it… Are you…” “Yes…?” “Is it you?” she said, breathlessly. He fixed her with his red, alien eyes. “What you mean is, am I the serial killer?” She blinked.”
― Mark Kirkbride, Satan's Fan Club

“I reinvented myself. I acquired a taste for evil. I found I have a talent for it. And I murdered the old me.”
― Mark Kirkbride, Satan's Fan Club

“They say the mad live in a world of dreams, or nightmares. I just need to find the way out.”
― Mark Kirkbride, Satan's Fan Club

“He waited until he heard sounds of sleep, which didn’t take long. Then he prayed, to the Devil.”
― Mark Kirkbride, Satan's Fan Club

“It was true. She was his soul’s star. His heart ignited every time she came into the room, flared with every just-so gesture. Anything she touched became instantly talismanic.”
― Mark Kirkbride, Satan's Fan Club

“Because, visible through the slashed covers, the bone-deep wounds that crisscross the couple’s bodies pump blood. Some of the flaps of skin resulting from glancing blows are like gills, breathing. Yet even as the cries die away, he carries on.”
― Mark Kirkbride, Satan's Fan Club

“You never asked. It’s just, well… He doesn’t do a lot, does He? Our Father which art lost in heaven. I mean, if He did exist we’d have to sack Him. Or maybe He’s a laissez-faire God who just likes to watch.”
― Mark Kirkbride, Satan's Fan Club