Hemlock Quotes

“Tell me it's not true."
He sighed. "Fine. It's not true."
...
And yet...
"Are you lying?"
He rolled his eyes. "Of course I'm lying."
"Not cool." I muttered.

Kyle shrugged. "I didn't want you to start hyperventilating again." His hair fell over his eyes and he brushed it aside. "I figured annoying you was safer than admitting anything.”
― Kathleen Peacock, Hemlock

“Kyle is my best friend. Why would I risk screwing that up?"

"Mackenzie Catherine Dobson, have you learned nothing from romantic comedies? Do I need to make a trip to the video store?" Tess set her fork down and sighed. "'We're just friends' is the oldest plot device in the book. All it really means is that you're just friends until one of you get the balls to do something about all the unresolved tension.”
― Kathleen Peacock, Hemlock

“He turned to face me and his eyes widened. "Are you crying?"
He sounded a little panicked, like the sight of a crying girl was scarier than anything that had happened over the past forty-eight hours.”
― Kathleen Peacock, Hemlock

“What a surprise. That boy doesn't have the sense God gave a cactus.”
― Kathleen Peacock, Hemlock

“I can't believe I let you talk me into this," muttered Serena, as the number 16 bus rumbled over the bridge connecting the north and south sides of the town.

"I didn't talk you into anything," I reminded her as we reached Jason's neighbourhood and began passing a string of progressively nicer - and larger - houses. "You invited yourself along."

"Okay, then I can't believe you didn't talk me out of this.”
― Kathleen Peacock, Hemlock

“Were such things here as we do speak about?
Or have we eaten on the insane root
That takes the reason prisoner?”
― William Shakespeare, The tragedy of Macbeth. By William Shakespear. To which are added all the original songs.

“He kissed me. And then he said it was a mistake."
Serena wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "Normally, I'd quote that copy of He's Just Not That Into You I picked up at a yard sale but-”
― Kathleen Peacock, Hemlock

“If sharks could smile, they'd smile like he was now.”
― Kathleen Peacock, Hemlock

“Here, eat this. The chicken gives it protein and I got them to hold the bacon bits."

We'd watched Charlotte's Web on cable last week, so I knew it'd be at least a month before she would eat pork again.”
― Kathleen Peacock, Hemlock

“Like a night when the energy is bloody unsalvageable but the show must et cetera. Domesticity. Times when one wonders if Medea is a tragedy or goddamn wish fulfillment.”
― Brian McGreevy, Hemlock Grove

“The sun had begun to wink behind the trees, but pockets of other light burst all around. Lanterns hung from tree branches; there was a firepit in the center of the lawn; and in the pond, the silky water shimmered with little full moons floating on the surface. No, not moons--- orbs. Such simple sources of light, but Rose was struck by how they looked like they'd dipped down from the sky, unwilling to miss the festivities.
It was a lush, clandestine beauty, mixed with the unsupervised cacophony of the people disrupting it. The word "decadence" came to mind. Rose loved that in the middle of it all Hart seemed oblivious to it, stuck in tour-guide mode. "This is my favorite tree on the property," he said.
Rose also loved that he had a favorite tree. Its curlicue branches plumed outward like long hair in water, and in certain spots, its leaves drooped and swept over the ground. "It's a one-hundred-year-old weeping hemlock," Hart said. "One of the oldest hemlocks this side of the Western Hemisphere, and the estate's namesake."
They walked beneath the canopy, where string lights and pearly garlands hung like so many gaudy necklaces on a dowager duchess. Rose had never paid much attention to trees, but even she couldn't deny this one's majesty.”
― Goldy Moldavsky, Of Earthly Delights