Kristi DeMeester > Quotes

“At school, there had been a mild panic among the students, and parents kept their girls at home, locked in their proverbial towers as if wood and locks couldn’t be opened. Or broken. Those pure, innocent girls kept from anything that defined them in the name of protection, while their brothers carried on as if there was nothing to fear. But for them, there wasn’t. They would never understand the inherent trepidation that came as a result of being wrapped in girl flesh.”
― Kristi DeMeester, Such a Pretty Smile

“The sound of nails against wood as Birdie looked up, watched as her mother crawled on all fours across the ceiling, her mouth drawn into a smile, her eyes missing.”
― Kristi DeMeester, Everything That's Underneath

“Everything devours itself. Lust. Hate. Love. We burn and burn until there is only ash, and then we eat what remains. Carry it inside of us like a secret. Until it grows into something else.”
― Kristi DeMeester, Everything That's Underneath

“the deeper swamp smell of rot and decay mingling with the night smell of Confederate jasmine and, floating above all of it, the faint reminder of a thousand people’s morning cigarettes. The scent comforted in a way only someone native to New Orleans could understand.”
― Kristi DeMeester, Such a Pretty Smile

“Vivian deeply believed that pain and violence were things that happened only to those without money or privilege. The unsavory portions of her life were so small compared to the larger horrors of the world. But Caroline understood terrible things did not discriminate. Their tastes were wide. Greedy. Never-ending.”
― Kristi DeMeester, Such a Pretty Smile

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― Kristi DeMeester, Such a Pretty Smile

“He too had his hands folded against the table, the fingers long and tapered. Hands for snatching up little, delicate things.”
― Kristi DeMeester, Such a Pretty Smile

“In the end, we all wear our brutality like beautiful cloth in the name of love.”
― Kristi DeMeester, Dark Sisters

“I’ve been thinking about intermittent fasting. Nothing from eight p.m. to noon. Jeremy said he lost fifteen pounds in a month.” “That’s crazy,” I said and pictured what it would look like if my kidneys failed.”
― Kristi DeMeester, The Fiends in the Furrows II: More Tales of Folk Horror

“Macie had hung up on her. Abandoned her again for some asshole that couldn’t find a girl his own age, so he had to go sniffing around for someone easier to dazzle with his mediocrity.”
― Kristi DeMeester, Such a Pretty Smile

“He stepped forward and leaned toward her, his face against her neck as he inhaled. “You have had your monthly blood. For many years now. You cannot serve us in the way that she can. Not as fully. Her silence tastes best.”
― Kristi DeMeester, Such a Pretty Smile