Nicole > Nicole's Quotes

“You’re supposed to yell “fire,” though. Because no one comes when you yell “rape,” didn’t you know that, Bunny?”
― Mona Awad, Bunny

“But I wasn't listening. I wasn't stopping. Because we were already running away again, me and my imagination.”
― Mona Awad, Bunny

“Their cheeks are plump and pink and shining like they’ve been eating too much sugar, but actually it’s Gossip Glow, the flushed look that comes from throwing another woman under the bus.”
― Mona Awad, Bunny

“The real world lady, it's out there. Do you even know that? You're going to have to get back to it sometime.”
― Mona Awad, Bunny

“Whenever I read one of Victoria’s vignettes, I always feel so dumb because I can hardly understand them at all. And then I blame myself. I think, Kira, this must be just too brilliant for you to grasp. Surely you must have missed something. Even though there’s always been this small voice inside of me that says, Um, what the fuck is this, please? This makes no sense. This is coy and this is willfully obscure and no one but Victoria will ever get this. I would in fact need to live inside Victoria’s spoiled, fragmented, lazy, pretentious little mind to get it. And who apart from us, apart from me, is going to be willing to do that? To work all night with a Victoria Decoder? Who would even care to? And then I feel like screaming JUST SAY IT. TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED. TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK THIS MEANS AND WHAT YOU DID WITH HIM EXACTLY.”
― Mona Awad, Bunny

“Because you simply can't sit back and allow your best friend to date an animal man of your own creation and say nothing. You can't. And say nothing? That would be just wrong, on so many levels.”
― Mona Awad, Bunny

“There are certain pleasures to be had in lurking.”
― Roger Zelazny, A Night in the Lonesome October

“No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream.”
― Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House

“Am I walking toward something I should be running away from?”
― Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House

“Our young people think about nothing more than love affairs and pleasure. They spend more time attempting to seduce and dishonor young women than in thinking about their country's welfare. Our women, in order to take care of the house and family of God, forget their own. Our men limit their activities to vice and their heroics to shameful acts. Children wake up in a fog of routine, adolescents live out their best years without ideals, and their elders are sterile, and only serve to corrupt our young people by their example.”
― José Rizal, Noli Me Tángere

“I fear for my books.”
― José Rizal, Noli Me Tángere

“I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.”
― Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own

“One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.”
― Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own

“I am made and remade continually. Different people draw different words from me.”
― Virginia Woolf, The Waves

“How much better is silence; the coffee cup, the table. How much better to sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird that opens its wings on the stake. Let me sit here for ever with bare things, this coffee cup, this knife, this fork, things in themselves, myself being myself.”
― Virginia Woolf, The Waves

“I feel a thousand capacities spring up in me. I am arch, gay, languid, melancholy by turns. I am rooted, but I flow.”
― Virginia Woolf, The Waves

“To let oneself be carried on passively is unthinkable.”
― Virginia Woolf, The Waves

“I do not want to be admired. I want to give, to be given, and solitude in which to unfold my possessions.”
― Virginia Woolf, The Waves

“We are cut, we are fallen. We are become part of that unfeeling universe
that sleeps when we are at our quickest and burns red when we lie
asleep.”
― Virginia Woolf, The Waves

“These moments of escape are not to be despised. They come too seldom.”
― Virginia Woolf, The Waves

“Growing moon. Angry cat. Feather on the wind. Autumn comes. The grass dies.”
― Roger Zelazny, A Night in the Lonesome October

“Does anybody really care about a hungry cat, except for a few friends?”
― Roger Zelazny, A Night in the Lonesome October

“I threw back my head and howled. Sometimes it’s the best thing to do.”
― Roger Zelazny, A Night in the Lonesome October

“I just hope we get away with it.”
― Jenny Han, Burn for Burn

“Her mind can’t go to the dark places mine does.”
― Jenny Han, Burn for Burn

“Go, chase the moon, tell it your lies.”
― Silvia Moreno-Garcia, The Lover

“The winter traced icicles upon the roofs of houses, turned the land into ivory, lashed the trees with its might. Then it grew silent.”
― Silvia Moreno-Garcia, The Lover

“BUT, alas, the heart forgets; the heart is distracted; and Maytime passes; summer ends; the storms break over the rot-ripe orchards and the heart grows old; while the hours, the days, the months, and the years pile up and pile up, till the mind becomes too crowded, too confused: dust gathers in it; cobwebs multiply; the walls darken and fall into ruin and decay; the memory perishes...”
― Nick Joaquín, May Day Eve and Other Stories