“The three always turned me on: blood, and death, and Dolly. And better yet . . . Killer Dolly” — Tillie Cole Copy Share Image
“A freak who thought about death and murder twenty-four-seven, not football games and baseball” — Tillie Cole Copy Share Image
“A path of destruction no one saw coming; the sweetest, most violent deaths carried out with the gentlest of smiles on our… — Tillie Cole Copy Share Image
“This day would bring only one of two possible outcomes: liberty or death. I faced both with a smile on my face.… — Tillie Cole Copy Share Image
“I welcomed bringing death to him. To all of them. I didn’t care who I killed. I never cared” — Tillie Cole Copy Share Image
“So much death, so much pain! All because of greed and jealousy.” Serge” — Tillie Cole Copy Share Image
“I don’t remember Romeo being this pushy with Juliet!”.....He arched his eyebrows meaningfully. “And look at how that worked out for them.… — 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
