Quotes from Stephen Graham Jones

White girls know the names of everything.

A long time ago Darren had said that bears and wolves weren't meant to get along. I thought he'd been talking about state troopers, though. This

The phone she left behind in its foggy balloon is just recording the empty aluminum canoe now, and one blurry corner of the little cooler. But it's listening in its muted way. What it hears is the front part of Lotte's scream. She doesn't get to finish it.

What I was doing was making deals. With the world. I'll take care of you, you take care of me, cool?

Jerry says Lewis shouldn't hold it against Harley. He didn't know what he was doing. When the whole world hurts, you bite it, don't you?

Peta reaches up to his forehead, delicately removes a flake of paint from the basketball pole, and then pulls him to her chest, her palm to his cheek, and this, her, it's home, and it's not haunted, not even a little.

You said this place was haunted," Shooting Glasses tells her. "By all the ghosts of who everybody used to want to be, before they died inside

That night, though, Dick wakes up crying, but happy too, the bitter aftertaste of a happy ending in his mouth.

He didn't so much get there as just never leave.

Because of that, the buzz and whisper is different. Both more hushed and more thrilled, like a formation of Oprah Winfreys are about to parachute down through the clouds, giving cars out to you, and you, and also you.

My grandfather used to tell me he was a werewolf. He'd

This is the part in the movie where Jade's supposed to rally, she knows. She's not supposed to mope, she's supposed to be gearing up, pouring black powder into lightbulbs, hammering nails into the business end of a bat, that kind of stuff.

It was his punishment, to become Blackfeet, to be Piegan. To live on the reservation he'd created, the situation he was already leaving behind. To replace his own life with an Indian one, and thus know firsthand the end result of his policies. An end result generations away from last Winter, just so he could see the scope of what he'd done, that it still had traceable effect. So that, in a sense, he could be inflicting it upon himself. He nodded, accepted this.

Maybe this is how it happens after high school, right? Or even on the ramp up to high school being over. You just drift away, and then it gets easier not to call, and then you forget the number, and then you see your old friend in line for the movie or whatever and you let your eyes keep moving, because it's going to be awkward now.

Probably to the filthy rich, toilets are disposable. Mario and Luigi are always standing by to switch a new one in after each use.

Isn't that what fairy tales are, anyway? What we tell ourselves about ourselves, just in an indirect way, with elves and magic and monsters to make it all safe?

It's soft at the end. Not just the pain, but the world.

It's from George Santayana, a Spanish-American philosopher from the first part of the twentieth century. He also famously said that history is a pack of lies about events that never happened, told by people who weren't there.

The saying is actually 'Progress, far from consisting in change, depends on retentiveness. Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.'

When you're wearing slasher goggles, everything can look like a slasher.

People always talk about unreli­able narrators and, to tell you the truth, I think that's a redundant term. I think 'narrator' inheres unreliability, because even if we don't mean to lie, we're still selecting this event instead of that event to talk about, and that's a form of omission. Anyone who narrates a story, or narrates anything, is always giving you their version, and their version always has a slant to it.

When the whole world hurts, you bite it, don't you?

If the only good Indian is a dead one, then she's going to be the worst Indian ever.

Moms are so oblivious. It's like they live in a bubble of wishful thinking.