“...with the amount of sugar I’m doing, she’s lucky I can remember the colour of my eyes without a mirror.” — Lauren Beukes Copy Share Image
“Being her friend was like going to a tropical island for a little fun in the sun, only to be kidnapped by terrorists.” — Lauren Beukes Copy Share Image
“Fear festers in the imagination. It’s not fear’s fault. That’s just the way it’s made. Nightmares breed. Allies become enemies. Subversives are everywhere. Paranoia… — Lauren Beukes Copy Share Image
There are patterns because we try to find them. A desperate attempt at order because we can't face the terror that it might all… — Lauren Beukes Copy Share Image
Shakespeare would have it wrong these days. It's not the world that's the stage - it's social media, where you're trying to put on… — Lauren Beukes Copy Share Image
So are you an inmate or a rubbernecker?" she asks. "Rubbernecker," I answer without hesitation. "You?" "I'm a screw. Or on staff, anyway. Used… — Lauren Beukes Copy Share Image
Being a journalist, being exposed to the world, to social injustice, to intolerance, growing up here, under apartheid, benefitting from that, has all shaped… — Lauren Beukes Copy Share Image
People don't want novelty - they want the reassurance of familiarity. No-one wants to be challenged, no-one wants to have their minds blown. There… — Lauren Beukes Copy Share Image
“You can bury your radical magazines and tear up your sexually perverse sketches and burn your sheets. But how do you erase who you… — Lauren Beukes Copy Share Image
“That's what I thought" he said. "It doesn't change anything, Zinzi". He moved to kiss me, but as I tilted my head up, he… — Lauren Beukes Copy Share Image
“You have to do the cutting yourself, to let out the pain inside. Getting someone else to slice you up is cheating.” — Lauren Beukes Copy Share Image
