Quotes from Rachel Roth

A laugh-out-loud moment before she would send them to the underworld; or it would have been if she could still laugh. She's tried to remember how but she honestly couldn't make the sound anymore, another strange side effect.

In the end, he somehow ended up looking like her father. Even with the dark bloody hair, pimple face and thin, crooked smile, he, like everything else, eventually looked like her father in the end.

The boy was bred to be Catholic; shame and judgement were his bread and butter and anger his red wine. Too bad he was an atheist.

A love of life pulsed into his heart; all he wanted was to rip it out and hand it over. Hold out his own heart in the palm of his hand as an offering to confirm his undying devotion.

the best cure for Communist ideals is to live, even for a short time, under a Communist regime.