“Anger, more anger than I had ever experienced before, began to fill my body. I felt it like quickfire, shooting down my arms, my legs and my chest” — Tillie Cole Copy Share Image
“I hadn’t touched or been touched in years. I didn’t know how to anymore. Allergic to human affection. Repulsed by the degrading feeling of… — Tillie Cole Copy Share Image
“To feel someone’s life drain from their body by your hands . . . bad, bad people who need to be plucked from this… — Tillie Cole Copy Share Image
“Your eyes remained haunted. Seeing something in the world that your mirth can not dissolve.” I” — Tillie Cole Copy Share Image
“I leaned into her hand. Twenty-six years old and a single touch was gonna make me blow in my jeans.” — Tillie Cole Copy Share Image
“I came to college to study, Cass, not to whore myself out to drunken frat boys!” She gaffawed. “Whatever, darlin’, you won’t be thinking… — Tillie Cole Copy Share Image
“Then I’m the first, because I want you without anything in return. Why does any human want anyone? My body recognises you as something… — Tillie Cole Copy Share Image
“I don't know what bothered me more: the ménage a trios invitation or the fact that Little Miss Twig had continued slowly grinding on… — Tillie Cole Copy Share Image
“He should hate me. I was never giving her back. I was keeping her . . . forever” — Tillie Cole Copy Share Image
