Quotes from Stephen Graham Jones

I don't—I don't think so. The paper says she died early, one of the first ones. Flashed her funbags and got punished for it. A first-reel sacrifice.

Virgins can't die. Their hymens are like armor.

She didn't really die. Just got skewered for laughs, left for dead in some steaming pile of gore with her current boy toy.

Thanks Giving. The Indian and the White Man together. The pageantry spoke to me of civilization.

Could feel the reservation wheeling around him, changing shape so that he nearly had to vomit, or hold his arms to his head and scream against it all.

Unless it does turn out to be you, of course," Izzy adds. "Then I'll spit on your grave myself. Take you to the last house on the left just before dawn.

I think the real question's not how are they dead, but why don't they care.

Just wanted for questioning, but shoot on sight if your badge ends in an even number, or if you know somebody whose badge does.

When we were leaving he shook his head, said it must be great to be young and endlessly stupid.

Thinking the bad instead of the good, defaulting to disaster instead of joy, letting the world infect you. And you know better. That's no way to live.

It's not easy, being a terrible person.

In Denhorah's eighth grade geography right now, six days before Thanksgiving turkey, Mr Massey is saying that all of the details aren't in. That it might have been Highway Patrol that shot that Native American man just off the reservation. That it doesn't have to have been vigilantes or militia, even though this state is stacked deep with the second, all of them hoping to be the first.

It's not the end of the trail, the headlines will all say, it never was the end of the trail. It's the beginning.

It's stupid being superstitious like that, he knows, but if you don't have private little rituals, the days can lose their meaning real fast.

Horror is not a symptom it's a love affair.

He just falls and falls, and, in case it looks too much like a sequel set-up, he catches a couple of shattering ledges on the way down, and, on the chance that's not enough, we go

Texas was bad for werewolves.

Here a giant white dog had died. The

We all become history at some point or another, right?

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

Shakespeare snaking from the window to the door, to escape like we had.

Putting it in the spank bank for later.

You seem to know a lot about this particular genre we're in," he says.

The worst is always true for werewolves.