12 Quotes by Stephanie Kallos

She soon learned, though, that giving weight to other people's opinions was creative nihilism; it was like being banished from the Land of No Words and exiled to the Land of All Bullshit.

Her heart was finished. It bore, perhaps, records of life, but it wasn't alive. Too late for decoration. Too late for effects. Further handling could only result in cracks and fractures. People could cut themselves on the edgesof her heart, she was sure of it.

I'll serve something black. Bean soup, licorice, coffee. It'll be very grim, I promise. We'll cover the mirrors. We'll listen to Piaf. We'll read passages from Dostoyevsky.

Less is less. Heartbreak is heartbreak. You think I'm sitting here gloating. Telling myself that my suffering beats yours? Hurt is hurt. You don't measure these things.

Her eyes are the first indication of her infirmity, or rather that she resides in more than one world. (Dementia)

He was shorter than an average eight-year-old boy but exceptionally tall for a tulip.

Her heart was finished. It bore, perhaps, records of life, but it wasn’t alive. Too late for decoration. Too late for effects. Further handling could only result in cracks and fractures. People could cut themselves on the edgesof her heart, she was sure of it.

Love? It’s when you don’t give a thought to all the ifs and want-to’s in the world. It’s when if all the fires of hell were between you, you’d walk in them gladly to be with him, and sing with joy at your own burnin’ if only his kiss was on your mouth.

Every relationship worth keeping sustains, at the very least, splintered glazes, hairline fractures, cracks. And aren’t these flaws the prerequisites of intimacy?