25 Quotes by Alissa Nutting

Melted cheese is a culinary veil...a foxhole where mediocrity can hide.

– Mi ami? – chiese. Dopo che la domanda non ebbe ottenuto risposta, cominciò a cercare un premio di consolazione. – C’è una parte di te che mi ha mai amato? – Non mi dava fastidio la rabbia, ma la sua espressione stava diventando offensiva e mi dava il voltastomaco. La sua pena sembrava cosí intima, privata e unica, non diversa da un escremento, qualcosa con cui avere a che fare da soli. Ma lui era lí che me la scodellava davanti e me la faceva annusare.

Her breasts have a soft expanding look about them, like rising bread.

Do you know how when people are really hungry they will be driven to eat the inedible? Grass and soil and the like? That also happens with love. If you want love badly enough, you will start gobbling harmful substitutes like attention and possessions.

Melted cheese is a culinary veil... a foxhole where mediocrity can hide.

When had she so internalized the feeling that if something wasn’t great she needed to bridge the gap between reality and idealism with her own manufactured enthusiasm? Her enthusiasm was like one of those faux snow machines at a ski resort. For most of her life it had been churning out synthetic delight. It had basically forgotten the original recipe.

That erasure was the gift I gave myself.

His eyes took in the details of my body with a conflicted gaze that I knew well: even having seen all the facts of the case, he still wanted me. He wanted me despite knowing what that meant about him.

Aliens struck me as being rather goth.