62 Quotes by Cherie Priest

Maybe we could do that whole “my enemy’s enemy” thing and skip off into the night, holding hands.

And if there are gods after all, perhaps we should not struggle so hard to get their attention, if this is the attention they would lavish upon us.

Boys disobey their parents with such great regularity that it’s barely worth a comment; and if yours is talented enough to rebel in such grand fashion, then you ought to consider it a point of pride that he’s such a sharp lad.

It’s a very fine line indeed, and a seductive message at its core: God loves some of us, and is coming for us – and he’ll destroy everything and everyone we don’t like. It’s a great galactic game of “Just wait until your Father gets home!

Either birds or bats flapped up and into the night as the gates rolled back into position. My money was on bats. Little blingy ones, carrying tiny Louis Vuitton clutches.

She’d grown up believing in hell in an abstract nightmare way; but west Texas had given her something more concrete upon which to dread the afterlife.

She wielded it easily, lightly. She carried it swinging like a baseball bat, only with more poetry to it. It was a frightening thing to watch, this small shadow of billowing grey fabric and sprawling, wild hair splaying out behind her, the axe held at the ready with both hands, poised and prepared.

She was thirty-five, and she did not look a minute younger.

Why the world won’t accommodate my every whim, I just don’t know.