“The knowledge of my depravity is the only thing that makes me special... that I have always always always known, and have never for a moment been able to forget, that there is something terribly wrong with me.” — Chris Adrian Copy Share Image
But as surely as the moon rises and the sun sets, depravity passes down through the ages, because there is always a gap between who we are and who we should be, and our parents, molested by regret, conceive us… — Chris Adrian Copy Share Image
If I showed you what was in my heart," she said, "it would burn you to a cinder. "I've tried to burn you similarly,"… — Chris Adrian Copy Share Image
“I worry that we all just sat around, after a while, trying to enjoy a ride that was never meant to be fun.” — Chris Adrian Copy Share Image
When people ask me which I would rather give up, writing or medicine, it's like being asked which eye I'd prefer to have poked… — Chris Adrian Copy Share Image
“I shall not weep for any of them, nor regret their fate, nor shake one feather in sympathy.” — Chris Adrian Copy Share Image
“The knowledge of my depravity is the only thing that makes me special... that I have always always always known, and have never for… — Chris Adrian Copy Share Image
“He went through rooms he named as he discovered them, and which he hardly had time to appreciate before he'd flung open a door… — Chris Adrian Copy Share Image
“I used to feel sorry for them, or sad. Not so much any more. Now I wonder what they did, and I know what… — Chris Adrian Copy Share Image
It seemed a marvel to her that any mortal should suffer for lack of love, and yet she had never known a mortal who… — Chris Adrian Copy Share Image
“I wanted to tell you that I was so sad I felt as if I might be happy, or in love, simply because such… — Chris Adrian Copy Share Image
It takes four angels to oversee an apocalypse: a recorder to make the book that would be scripture in the new world; a preserver… — Chris Adrian Copy Share Image
“He never got a really proper look at them, but the situation told him it must be a swarming flock of vaginas that flew… — Chris Adrian Copy Share Image
