Caitlin Kittredge Quotes

You're in my blood like poison. And I'd die because of you.

My parents managed a summer camp, and it was vacant for about seven or eight months out of the year. It was in the middle of nowhere in the woods. We backed up to a state forest. So absolutely, there were creepy woods all around the house. It was easy to get lost. It was really spooky.

Crows don't take from you," Dean said. "They give your soul wings.

There are a million great books out there if you just go to Google. There's a lot to pull apart. A lot of crazy, unbelievable stuff that's all completely true. I get into little obsessions, and I read everything I can find on one thing, and then I move onto another.

I fear, in my dark hours, that it hungers for me and that it is only a matter of time before it eats its full of my sanity.

I breathed in for a moment, letting his scent of leather and cigarettes and boy calm my ragged breathing.

I've been a big fan of Joe Hill ever since his first novel, 'Heart-Shaped Box.'

He's no kind of gentleman.
That's all right. I'm no kind of lady.

There are seventeen madhouses in the city of Lovecraft. I've visited all of them.

So what, we get in a big ring and poke each other with sticks while alien lizard men look on?

Mr. Darcy is a construct designed to make woman feel bad about the partners that they're capable of attracting versus the fantasized image he presents.

When a court officer suggested quarantine for Nerissa, she grabbed the man's pen and jammed it into the back of his hand, screaming that he was a Crimson Guard witch come to remove her memories and replace them with bird-song.
They decided to skip quarantine after that.

Fine job, cowboy. You work to be this stupid, or is it innate?

Dean flashed me a smile that promised rule-breaking and breathlessness.

I was reading about all of these medical and psychological experimental programs that the government and various intelligence agencies had run throughout the 20th century. Any book you can read on that, there's some really horrifying and fascinating stuff that goes on there.

I read a lot of detective novels.

Sometimes, there was no getting over it. Sometimes, you lived with the empty place inside of you until you imploded on it, loss as singularity, or until the empty place expanded and hollowed out the rest of you so thoroughly you became the walking dead, a ghost in your own life.

Brothers didn't make life easier, not even the jinxed sort of life we'd found ourselves in, I decided. They were tailored by evolution to be annoying.

I don't care about lasting. I just want right now.

Regardless of the shape he took, Cal had a nearly endless capacity for worrywarting.

You smell pretty tasty.
Just what every girl wants to hear.

I'm extremely superstitious.

I am alone. Alone except for the sirens, alone except for the burning, empty city on the edge of a rotting, pollutedriver green with algae, host to rubber-skinned, gibbous-eyed things with mouths large enough to swallow me whole andprotruding stomachs ready to digest me.

I'll be back before I have to meet the Headmaster about me going mad and killing people on my birthday, I swear.

...I wondered if I'd ever stop feeling fragile...

I've been on this kick reading about the beginning of forensic science: autopsies, fingerprinting, psychological profiling. I've been reading a lot of books about forensic anthropology.

You're a monster that mothers threaten children with and you're still touchy as an ugly girl in a pretty dress.

Considering it was my father's house, I thought it was very much my beeswax, but I wasn't about to argue with a stranger hiding in a kitchen, pelting me with footwear.

Do you know who I am, you sodding barn animal?" he hissed. The publican gurgled. "I'm Jack fucking Winter." Jack said, releasing him with a push that rattled clean glasses on the bar back.

Word of advice, kid. This may be the Wild West down here, but you ain't a cowboy. You're not even a boy in a cowboy suit.

I've got lots and lots planned out, and other ideas knocking around in my head, too. I'm kind of an obsessive pre-planner, so I have a lot of material.