Rita

“The living are dangerous. They inflict pain. They're so fueled by greed, a lust for useless material shit, a smoldering desire to fit in ... and they'll hurt and betray and destroy whomever they must in order to get anywhere close to all of it. None of them are any different.”
― Chandler Morrison, Dead Inside

“I was ten when they buried you.
At twenty I tried to die
And get back, back, back to you.
I thought even the bones would do.
But they pulled me out of the sack,
And they stuck me together with glue.”
― Sylvia Plath, Daddy

“Self-awareness really doesn’t mean shit, though. It is, in fact, little more than psychological masturbation, and has about the same net worth as a wad of semen in a handful of crumpled tissues. No cockroach ever desired not to be a cockroach, just because it knew it was a cockroach.”
― Chandler Morrison, Dead Inside

“Still, there’s just . . . too much color in her face, too much light in her eyes . . . and I can feel the warm body heat radiating off her. I imagine her colder, paler. She could be almost perfect, if she wasn’t oozing all that spritely vitality. There is no greater tragedy than beauty needlessly wasted.”
― Chandler Morrison, Dead Inside