Quotes from Stephen Graham Jones

Indians, we don't have guardian angels—if we did, they'd have been whispering to us pretty hard when some certain ships bobbed up on the horizon—but we do have helpers. I think usually it's supposed to be an animal.

Being a werewolf isn't just teeth and claws," she said, her lips brushing my ear she was so close, so quiet, "it's inside. It's how you look at the world. It's how the world looks back at you.

Claire. It was the last candle left within the Indian Agent. The last glimmer. He curled himself around it to keep it alive, and when the storm inhaled he studied his right hand, could feel her beside him in the carriage that night and, as if he could insist on this, looked up the depression he was calling a road, for the cabman's blindered horse, huffing through the snow, its lanterns swinging. Claire waiting for him on the worn velvet seat.

To really live is to waver at the edge of an open-eyed dream, so that everybody's always jerking their head around, sure you're there. And

If you're not a beautiful monster, then you're a villager," he said

Jade pats her pocket for the second sandwich she knows is just as gone as the first. It's less actually looking for it, more showing the world that she's hungry, that it can deliver her some nuggets or a burrito or fishsticks if it wants. She won't tell anybody.

Just like my mom, Grandma had died the day she gave birth. It was like a curse in our family. "Because

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

Outside of Leprechaun 6, has there even been a black final girl before? Usually in slashers, the black girls are the friends -- Scream 2, I Still Know What You Did Last Summer. And that they're in the part 2's means they're a response, a bandaid.

Some games, you are Reggie Miller. And, if you're really good, you're maybe even Cheryl.

The greatest good, all that, which is also just a way of saying the least bad

The slasher film lies by and large beyond the purview of the respectable —Carol J. Clover

A thousand truck-stop T-shirts can't be wrong.

The pages gather in his left hand, thin out in his right.

Jade would never kill anyone just because. With reason, though, yeah. Twice-over, with interest, and more than a little attitude, maybe even something a little extra, for style points.

When there are no more frontiers you make your own

He said I would think I was getting better at it, being a boyfriend, but that I was going to have to learn not to listen to that kind of bullshit from myself. Just when I thought I'd figured out what made a girlfriend happy, what would make one stay, I would do something wrong again and that would be that.

We're not asking the real question, are we?" Letha the philosopher says, then. "What do you mean?" Jennifer asks. "Craven or Carpenter? Jason or Freddy? Psycho or Peeping Tom? Bava or Argento?

That had been his secret Indian Trick to hunting, back then: to not hunt. The same way you never find your wallet when you're actually looking for it. Just, keep a rifle with you.

When you're a kid, facts don't matter. It's how hard you believe. How much you wish.

One thing about Idaho: it don't look good if it's not riddled with bullet holes.

Because she's Jade fucking Daniels. And a thousand men like you can't even reach up to touch her combat boots.

Dear Diary, my teen-angst bullshit now has a body count. —Heathers

Darren, he always got paid in cash.