Helena

“The evening was everything I'd ever dreamed of from a man. The most Max had ever cooked for me were some drunken pizza rolls. And yet, I could still feel that void inside of me that ached for something more. I'd gotten William the lover, but where was William the killer? Maybe I'd been misinterpreting my dreams all along. It was possible that I'd always wanted violence and not love. Or maybe I'd intertwined those things so closely that it was impossible to separate them.”
― Tasha Coryell, Love Letters to a Serial Killer

“He's not wrong. There are ways in which the world has destroyed me and there are ways in which I have welcomed that destruction. As much as I want to deny it, there is a kind of pleasure that comes from being tied up with a knife against my throat.”
― Tasha Coryell, Love Letters to a Serial Killer

“From the very start, Sally has been lying to herself, telling herself she can handle anything, and that she doesn't want to lie anymore. One more lie and she'll be truly lost. One more and she'll never find her way back through the woods.”
― ALICE HOFFMANN, Practical Magic

“I have fantasies about being tied up and have always been too embarrassed to tell anyone about it. It's a cliche to want someone to take control because I am tired of having to be in control of myself but desire have never cared about literary tropes.”
― Tasha Coryell, Love Letters to a Serial Killer