Quotes About Renée

Sometimes you lie in a strange room, in a strange person's home, and you feel yourself bending out of shape. Melting, touching something hot, something that warps you in drastic and probably irreversible ways you won't get to take stock of until it's too late. I felt myself just melting in Renée's room that night.

This reminds me: Are you going to eat the placenta?" Renée asked Harper. "I understand that's a thing now. We stocked a pregnancy guide at the bookstore with a whole chapter of placenta recipes in the back. Omelets and pasta sauces and so on." "No, I don't think so," Harper said. "Dining on the placenta smacks of cannibalism, and I was hoping for a more dignified apocalypse." "Rabbit

The first few days, the worst thing he seen Harold do was take a dump and use the pages from one of the camp library books for toilet paper." Renée winced. "It turned out to be The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter. Our only copy. If I had known what he was going to do with it, I would've given him a copy of Atlas Shrugged.

Because everything about the voice interests me, I felt it would be fascinating to learn a completely different style of singing.

Renee's self-possession, her ability to possess other selves, is a measure of the weakness of her husband, his inability to stop his own self from splitting in half.

Dirty?" I supply. "Yes. It was. And I am. And so are you or you wouldn't know what a hard limit is.

Sara," he repeats, his tone low, as if he was trying it out on his tongue, trying me out on his tongue.

Bitch." My lips curve. "Damn, I like that name. Have a good day, Officer.

This is one of my favorite books Lisa has ever written. You couldn't ask for a better story.