“Bury me, my love, and take a lock of my hair with you. Carry me through the centuries. I think I'd like to share just a little, in what immortality is like” RomanticFavorite Quotes Author:Cassandra Khaw
“My venom exists in the shape of words, and I may use them however I please. If I so desire, I could dilute it's potency, drip it into my prey's ears for decades, until the victim slowly withers of self-loathing, unaware of what I have wrought.” LifeWritingHuman NatureDeep Book:Not So Stories Source: Not So Stories
“Media’s all about the gospel of the lone wolf, but the truth is we’re all just sheep.” SocietyLoneliness Book:Nothing But Blackened Teeth Source: Nothing But Blackened Teeth
“And for one infinitesimally brief moment, the universe peels open, and I can see everything—how physics and velocity and time intersects with the idea of a heaven above, how meta co-exist with the fundamental truth of their non-existence, how the sun can be a star can be a ball of dung rolled across the galaxy by a gargantuan beetle. Suddenly, it is all so clear.” MetaphorInsightEpiphany Book:Food of the Gods Source: Food of the Gods
“He told me—it was like a dream.” The story unspools in chunks and gasps, wet noises caked with pain. “He told me, he— this was supposed to be beautiful. Like being reborn. Like giving birth. Like creating life. But this is—” “Wrong.” I finish. “It hurts.” Body Horror Book:Hammers on Bone Source: Hammers on Bone
“There is a reason the hunt is central to so many narratives. For all that humanity professes to delighting in its own sophistication, it longs for simplicity, for when the world can be deboned into binaries: darkness and light, death and life, hunter and hunted.” ― Cassandra Khaw, The Salt Grows Heavy” Horror FictionHorror AuthorsDarkness And LightHorror Fantasy Book:The Salt Grows Heavy Source: The Salt Grows Heavy
“New York might run on Dow Jones, lattes, dollar signs, and neon lies, but what beats in its breast is it’s people: it’s hip-hop, it’s bodegas, it’s art, it’s Union Square grifters, it’s subway mariachi, it’s two-jobs-and-night-school-thank-you-I’m-fine mothers, it’s daughters full of dreams of making it big, it’s multicolored sons and their hopes blazing bright as a meth tweaker’s eyes.” New YorkNew York CityStock MarketSingle MothersNew Yorker Book:The Dead Take the A Train Source: The Dead Take the A Train
“The truth liberates; it cannot cripple or maul, cannot injure, not unless one declares themselves its apostate.” TruthApostateLiberates Book:The Salt Grows Heavy Source: The Salt Grows Heavy