Corey Redekop > Quotes

“Literature is a virus.”
― Corey Redekop, Shelf Monkey

“Who knew death could lead to an eating disorder?”
― Corey Redekop, Husk

“Faith doesn't move mountains, Detective. It just obscures the view.”
― Corey Redekop, The Exile Book of New Canadian Noir

“Sometimes, the only difference between a superhero and a supervillain is a malpractice suit.”
― Corey Redekop, Superhero Universe

“Despite my best efforts to change it up and maybe have a salad now and then, my body does not react well to vegetable matter; it expels all foodstuffs of a non-beastie variety.”
― Corey Redekop, Husk: A Novel

“Were those reputed “haunted houses” that seemed to find a place in every neighborhood’s folklore actually infected with the spirits of long-dead inhabitants too stupid to float into the light? Could there be honest-to-goodness vampires haunting the suburbs? Worse, would they be sparkly? Could clans of werewolves be running through the forests, feasting on Boy Scout campsites? Was a family of Sasquatch running the Mountain Equipment Co-op? A Minotaur eking out a living as a short-order cook? Were outer-space aliens to blame for every unexplained disappearance since they taught the Aztecs complex binomial theorems far beyond the comprehension of MIT graduate students?”
― Corey Redekop, Husk: A Novel

“I contend that any newborn child, if forcibly ripped from the womb possessing greater mental wherewithal and a sizably stronger physical prowess, would tear the arms off the obstetrician like they were fly’s wings after such a sudden and nightmarish transference of self from one reality to another. I was naked”
― Corey Redekop, Husk: A Novel

“No person should have to go through one’s own death twice. It’s once too often, and doubly unpleasant.”
― Corey Redekop, Husk: A Novel

“They can take away my organs, I thought, but they can never take away my sense of irony.”
― Corey Redekop, Husk: A Novel

“Being in no mood to have my panic attack hijacked by a pretty-boy auxiliary with delusions of competence, I laid him low with a baring of my teeth and a guttural snarl straight from the breadbasket of Shiva, destroyer of worlds.”
― Corey Redekop, Husk: A Novel