30 Quotes by Edgar Cantero

Kerri stopped to wonder how the information continued to flow past someone called "Deaf Anne" while Nate took over.

It was the chuckle of ultimate truth, the smile of an actress right after the director says cut, the intimate joy of seeing the other's soul naked and acknowledging yours is naked too.

The remarkable thing now was emerging from the vortex, a thing for which no one had words and Nate was only able to punctuate with “Holy Satan’s crotch.

Why do all bullies think they can get away with 'I was a kid'? Guess what: I was a kid too, and I didn't make other people feel like shit! You were not a kid, you were a cunt!

All those pathetic lonely people fooling one another into their clumsy games of afterlife and cosmic relevance just to avoid noticing the nauseating sadness of their real lives.

I think I broke Kerri,” she said. “Go fix her,” Al commanded, unfazed. “We’ve got enough broken parts.

How confused they were when they saw how much I’d grown. Like, ‘Should we scorn her because she’s a kid? Or should we objectify her because she’s a woman? What kind of shit should we make her feel like?’ 

The straw that breaks the camel’s back always looks light enough, until it lands.

The night was cold but gentle like an X-rated metaphor.