63 Quotes by Angela Panayotopulos

Once upon a time, the world was quintessentially human. People took pride in normalcy; they preferred things in black and white, for salt and pepper are easier to digest than gray matter. When things were disagreeable or different, they liked to label them "otherworldly." It relieved them of accountability. "The Devil made me do it," they preferred to say. But when they looked in the mirror, they didn't notice the Devil looking back.Not at first.

Peace, so Miss Sanders could grapple with her demons. Quiet, so she could almost hear the Hellfire crackling beneath the crust of the carpeted schoolroom.

Actions have reactions, nonetheless. People rarely show up at Hell's doorstep clutching a map of bad intentions.

She was lucky enough to know little enough to fear nothing more than wasps, the dark, and the darker figments of her imagination.

It was a fleeting feeling, one there and suddenly gone, like a dove shattered to pieces during a magician's disappearing act.

The chill of the glass and the crackle of the fire were languages she could fathom and echo.

You did well not to speak of this to others. People fear what they do not understand.

The heat didn't bother her. She knew that Hell manifested itself in different ways.

The sandpaper of Greg's laugh fascinated Lexi as much as it frightened her. It was why she always thought of him as the Sandman, an interpretation not as sinister as E. T. A. Hoffman's but one that seemed to match, suddenly, in its role as a harbinger of death. Greg's voice rebounded around the building, dry and abrasive. Mirthless laughter is one of mankind's trademark noises. It's been used to mask pain for centuries.