Dia Reeves Quotes

What the eyes don't see, the heart can't feel.

People?" As though she'd never heard of such a thing. "They're like dolls. Plastic and shiny and fake.

But what was the point of love if it didn't keep people from leaving you?

I figured she wanted to get into it with me, some he's-my-man-so-step-off song and dance. If so, she would have to dance solo.
I don't do drama.

It was always that way for me. After I opened myself to someone, I needed a few minutes to close down again, to restore my sense of privacy.

I remember you from the woods. Where's your sister?"
"She's busy. Sinning.

You're like rottweilers - they protect you from burglars, but nothing protects you from them.

Trust. Affection. Respect." I shoved her tainted after-school snack across the table. "It must be hard to think of qualities you don't possess.

I caught her red-handed with her hands down his pants."
"You did not," Fancy told Madda sternly, with as much dignity as she was able. "It was just one hand.

If I had the power to resurrect, I'd use it on you." Now he was the one whispering. "There's an important part of you that's dead: the part that cares.

When Fancy still didn't answer, he took her hand, and with his red paintbrush, he wrote 'please' into her palm.

I don't even register on the freakometer.

Standing in fron of the doors of a cCatholic church when service is over is a good way to die young.

Wanting to connect doesn't make you needy
it makes you human.

Maybe thats why they hate us.For reminding them that innocence is just an illusion, we're dark and maggoty all the way down tp the bone.Everyone of us.

When you had no one to vent to, everything stayed inside and festered like old meat in a hot fridge.

I'm the Bonesaw Killer's daughter," she whispered, almost to herself. "Why would you ever think I was good?

You're like a doll I had when I was a kid. She was all stiched together and her head kept falling off, but I loved that doll. That's what you look like. Like somebody just loved you to death.

How did you get out of the suicide door?" Her disbelief was a living, pettable thing.
"Magic."
Her eyes narrowed. "There is no magic."
"Maybe not for you. But I'm from out of town.

It's easier to be careful in dresses. You have to be or you end up flashing your underclothes or destroying beautiful fabric. Dresses force you to be on guard.

You need air. You need food. You don't need some beastly boy.

She was like the moon - part of her was always hidden away.

The red color infesting Wyatt's lure spread like licks of flame until the entire stretch of rattling glass was full of bloody-colored pinwheels throbbing like sick, misshapen hearts.

Paulie looked thoughtful. 'Well don't use Elmer's glue,' he warned. 'it sure didn't work on the Blackberry.

So ... you don't like dismembering?"
"No."
"Evisceration?"
"Not so much." He laughed like he thought she was joking. "I'm a dull sorta guy."
"Yeah, kinda.

The rain hung from his earlobes like delicate jewelry.

Even if you were Hannibal Lecter himself, around here you're nothing special.

The worst thing you can do is rest all your hopes on a wish. A granted wish doesn't equal a perfect life.

Indecisiveness is a very unattractive trait in a man, especially when he's just a boy.

But what if the monsters come?"
"Fancy." Kit looked away from the drama to stare at her sister, surprised. "We are the monsters.

Real monsters eat you from the inside out.

Fancy clipped a scrap of newsprint to her canvas and wrote, I don't have friends.
Ilan's hand covered hers briefly as he plucked the charcoal from her hand and wrote beneath her words, you have me.

1821, I told him, noting mailboxes of castles and pirate ships and the street numbers painted on them. I had to fis hmy penlight from my pack to see the numbers; streetlights were scarce, and the sky bulged with low, sooty clouds instead of helpful moonlight.

I'd give just about anything if I could make you care," he said. "Especially about me.

She tucked a five-dollar bill into my dress strap - like I was a stripper!