12 Quotes by Peter Newman

Home was my mother and my sisters and my uncle, when I was a child. Now it’s you and Vesper.

Her fist is a different matter. It is wrecking ball to the masonry of Knuckle’s face.

From the corners of her mouth, thick yellow goo bubbles. It matches the mess between Vesper’s fingers, the slime on her chin, on her legs, the blobs that randomly pepper things, the blast radius massive, confounding.