Notes from a Regicide Quotes

“I wish you’d been my mom,” I said, unable to tell how much I meant and how much was ingratiation. I was always mistaking them for each other. She shook her body, as if throwing something off. “No, no, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.” “But you meant it.” “Griffon, people who’ve been through the things we’ve been through, we learn to say things to other adults that will make them love us. I shouldn’t prompt you for what to say. I shouldn’t be like this. I should wait and earn your trust.”
― Isaac Fellman, Notes from a Regicide

“He’s not a bad parent. He tries really hard.” I was still stuck on this idea of my father as a complicated man who required my careful handling, and I was always defensive—however weakly—when someone suggested he was simply bad. “Are we going to judge someone’s quality by their intentions? You’re old enough to understand that good intentions are not the same as being good.”
― Isaac Fellman, Notes from a Regicide

“By that point in their lives, they were of the rich class of any oppressed minority that more or less gets away with everything, and which rarely mixes anything but money into the communal cup. Beyond”
― Isaac Fellman, Notes from a Regicide

“For the story of their lives in Stephensport, I have relied upon Etoine’s prison memoir. He wrote it when he thought that Zaffre was already dead, and he had nothing ahead but death on the gallows. He had no idea that he would live for decades after that, would outlive her again, would mourn her again.

Autoportrait, Blessé is what he called it: Self-Portrait with a Wound, or Self-Portrait, Injured. Nothing to do with the English “bless” or “blessing,” though you could be forgiven for thinking it, if you imagined my father had any hand for the sliding bow of a multilingual pun, or if you imagined he felt blessed.”
― Isaac Fellman, Notes from a Regicide

“Oh, if you’d been there, you know you would have raised hell,” said Zaffre.

Etoine shrugged. “I guess in the moment, I usually do. I just always expect something to stop me. That’s the trouble I’m afraid of—as if God will stop me. But if God wanted us to not raise hell, he would’ve made natural laws against it. You can’t go mistaking a human law for a natural law.”

“You don’t believe in God,” said Zaffre.

“I don’t really believe in laws either,” he said, and took another bite of the candy.”
― Isaac Fellman, Notes from a Regicide