8 Quotes by Nghi Vo

He called me careless because he didn't have the words to sort out how jealous he was of my money and my freedom and how very few people in the world could act as I did.

Angry mothers raise daughters fierce enough to fight wolves.

And so you came to my house on the soft pads of a midwinter kitten, the whisper of your black tresses sweeping your heels, and so you came to my heart just as quietly. Why, then, did you make such a terrible noise when you let go of my hand and departed, a great trumpeting of horns, a great beating of drums?

It was after midnight with that tired charm that all parties on the downturn acquire.

The abbey at Singing Hills would say that if a record cannot be perfect, it should at least be present. Better for it to exist than for it to be perfect and only in your mind.

She killed, for she was angry, and she did not eat what she killed, for she was heartsick.

Your departure crashes like a thunder, and the timbers of the house shake with the force of the space you left behind.

You're some East Coast thing, aren't you? Sharp and mean and cold. What a prize you are.