“We're all suicides. The tragedy is every day that we don't die.” — Thomm Quackenbush Copy Share Image
“Now that this destiny was about to happen, every instinct within him fought against it, realizing he had been fetishizing suicide.” — Thomm Quackenbush Copy Share Image
“I narrate the story but he dies off-stage between commercials. A washing machine ad later, we are dressed in our funereal best.… — Thomm Quackenbush Copy Share Image
“The body tries to stop the mind from killing itself, no matter the cost. It is only the lack of strength, the… — Thomm Quackenbush Copy Share Image
“She could not keep his death in her head, like when she tried to imagine the infiniteness of the universe and nearly… — Thomm Quackenbush Copy Share Image
“Tombstones covered the dale, the smooth marble surfaces bright. She had spent days here as a teenager, though not out of any… — Thomm Quackenbush Copy Share Image
“She was not suicidal; that is what people never managed to grasp. Cutting relieved the pressure and stood as some enduring demonstration… — Thomm Quackenbush Copy Share Image
“Americans bred like rabbits, expecting the reaper to slaughter at least a few before they reached ripeness.” — Thomm Quackenbush Copy Share Image
“She was not a vegetarian and knew firsthand animals had to die for her delectation, but she never liked to think about… — Thomm Quackenbush Copy Share Image
“Natural law has decreed it so. Isn't death as much a part of the flow as life? Why fight it? Because maybe… — Thomm Quackenbush Copy Share Image
“We need the life… We need to know what we take left someone weaker or dead. It reminds us what we were.… — Thomm Quackenbush Copy Share Image
“Death doesn't give you control over anything. Death ends your control.” — Thomm Quackenbush Copy Share Image
“Being certain one is alive isn't something to which one pays mind. If you could ask the question, you were fine. If… — Thomm Quackenbush Copy Share Image
“No one should ever die alone. Rejoin the love of the goddess who made you. No longer a man, no longer a… — Thomm Quackenbush Copy Share Image
“Maybe it is like Pascal's Wager, but I want to believe in the immortality of the soul because consciousness is such a… — Thomm Quackenbush Copy Share Image
“It is hard to truly commune with the recently departed when carrying a plastic bag of dog feces.” — Thomm Quackenbush Copy Share Image
“She had thought he was dead, or at least not totally alive, and you could not still be dating someone you believe… — Thomm Quackenbush Copy Share Image
“He forestalls death with an orange pill bottle, just a few more weeks, fifty pills at a time.” — Thomm Quackenbush Copy Share Image
“Which God is the forgiving one, exactly? Old Testament, where He got His rocks off by smiting? Or New Testament, once Our Heavenly Father… — Thomm Quackenbush Copy Share Image
“As a man, I was a failure. A pathetic teacher lusting after Catholic school girls in short skirts. As a monster, I'm superb. It's… — Thomm Quackenbush Copy Share Image
“The whole concept of some stranger making his way down our chimney - not that we had one - suggested burglary more readily than… — Thomm Quackenbush Copy Share Image
“Maybe [aliens] have been in our lives a lot longer than we want to admit. People have always seen strange things—elves and fairies—and now… — Thomm Quackenbush Copy Share Image
“The seed of an urban legend finding fertile soil at the corner of tragedy and imagination.” — Thomm Quackenbush Copy Share Image
“There was a charm in being reborn into the world when one was old enough to appreciate it.” — Thomm Quackenbush Copy Share Image
“She hated anyone who clung to the supernatural when the natural was perfectly serviceable.” — Thomm Quackenbush Copy Share Image
“Do you want me because you love me or because I provide you normality drag?” — Thomm Quackenbush Copy Share Image
“You got a vicious animal inside you. It wants to snap, it wants to attack, but it's harmless because some woman fitted a muzzle… — Thomm Quackenbush Copy Share Image
“He had not even done the fledgling courtesy of shredding open a major artery, anointing himself in the viscous gore, and desecrating her body.… — Thomm Quackenbush Copy Share Image
“[T]hese friends were of the female persuasion, and while by and large they were bi and large, they still represented potential threats on [her]… — Thomm Quackenbush Copy Share Image
“She kissed him… long enough he could almost hear her thoughts. Long enough that he began to know her story, know what she had… — Thomm Quackenbush Copy Share Image
