Parker Rose

“A long year spent making acquaintances with the demons inside you, each new day a fresh covenant. It does things to you. More specifically, it undoes things inside you. To have to barter for the bravery to go outside, pick up the phone, spend ten minutes assured in the upward trajectory of your recovery: that the appointments are enough, that you can be enough, that one day, this will be enough to make things okay again. All those things change you.”
― Cassandra Khaw, Nothing But Blackened Teeth

“Okay. Just...tell me what you need, all right? I don't - I don't always know the right things to day. I mean, I'm okay at some things, but -"

Like women, I thought. Like being a star, being loved, being hungered for. Phillip excelled at inciting want, particularly the kind that tottered on the border of worship. Small wonder he was so inept at compassion sometimes. Every religion is a one-way relationship.”
― Cassandra Khaw, Nothing But Blackened Teeth

“But it is aways my reflection, the eyes smudged of definition, the mouth blotted in shadow so it looks like there’s nothing but blackened teeth.”
― Cassandra Khaw, Nothing But Blackened Teeth

“A decade of friendship teaches you a lot of things: the tics that separate I’m sorry and I’m sorry you caught me, that hangdog expression that is really code for when the other person’s expecting you to fix their mess.”
― Cassandra Khaw, Nothing But Blackened Teeth