Dot Hutchison Quotes & Sayings

Seeing your own demons reflected back at you, it creates a safe place to just be wounded. It gives permission, in a way, to not be okay. You go to your brothers (and sisters) and not only will they watch over you when you are clearly incapable of doing so yourself, they will never tell you to be anything other than what you are, even if on that particular day what you are is a collapsing wreck of a human being. "Maybe, — Dot Hutchison

No, I'm engaging in a discussion about perspective and moral relativity. — Dot Hutchison

There is very little uglier than plowed snow. The roads are clear, though, and all the sidewalks are tinted blue from the salt. It feels like walking over the remnants of a Smurf slaughter. — Dot Hutchison

Some people stay broken, others put themselves back together with all the sharp bits showing? He'd — Dot Hutchison

Unless the Gardener was visiting you, darkness in the Garden was the closest we got to truth. — Dot Hutchison

and I thought how fucking unfair it was that he made us butterflies, of all things. Real butterflies could fly away, out of reach. The Gardener's Butterflies could only ever fall, and that but rarely. — Dot Hutchison

Cowardice may be our natural state but it's still a choice. — Dot Hutchison

The techs tell him the girl on the other side of the glass hasn't said a word since they brought her in. It doesn't surprise him at first, not with the traumas she's been through, but watching her now from behind the one-way mirror, he starts — Dot Hutchison

Things seem more obvious behind the camera. Like the way Corgi keeps one eye on the game and the other on Happy. The way Yelp's hands are shaking and his eyes are shadowed, and the way Jorge watches him without seeming — Dot Hutchison

Sadness and grief aren't the same thing. It's why they have different words. Maybe it's a subtle distinction, but we don't keep a word in a language if it doesn't still have a purpose of its own. Synonyms are never exact things. — Dot Hutchison

But my wings couldn't move and I couldn't fly, and I couldn't even cry. — Dot Hutchison

When silence is a living thing, it can be a friend, sometimes even a comfort. — Dot Hutchison

At night the Garden was a place of shadows and moonlight, where you could more clearly hear all the illusions that went into making it what it was. — Dot Hutchison

Someone is just dead!" said the little girl; for her old grandmother, the only person who had loved her, and who was now no more, had told her, that when a star falls, a soul ascends to God. — Dot Hutchison

When the day came for me to leave, I sat on my front step with three suitcases, two boxes, and a teddy bear, the grand total of everything I owned. Neither of my parents was home. — Dot Hutchison

but sometimes you just need that visceral affirmation that the people you love are all right, that they're just there in front of you. Close enough to touch. — Dot Hutchison

Some people stay broken. Some pick up the pieces and put them back together with all the sharp edges showing. — Dot Hutchison

Like beauty, desperation and fear were as common as breathing. — Dot Hutchison

The carousel's over now," he tells her quietly. "This time your family is waiting for you. — Dot Hutchison

There are dead girls to mourn, and living girls who will struggle for years to adjust to life outside the Garden, if they even can. He still counts this as a good day. — Dot Hutchison

There is nothing resting about that bitch face. — Dot Hutchison

Right now I could hate you a little." He didn't stop dancing, but the smile faded. "Why?" "Because this is royally fucked up." I took a slow, deep breath, thought about what to say next. "And because this is going to break my heart." "Does that mean you love me too?" "My mother taught me to make sure the man always says it first. — Dot Hutchison

It was sick and wrong and profoundly twisted, and yet somehow it made us feel a lot better. — Dot Hutchison

Get away from me, you sick fuck!"
"I'm not the one who kidnapped you, so save it. Either you want the water and aspirin or you can eat shit and die, your choice."
Lyonette groaned. "Maya. — Dot Hutchison

I'm not sure I know how to recognize a good thing anymore. — Dot Hutchison

You really think broken children care about justice?" "Wouldn't you?" "Never really did, no. Justice is a faulty thing at the best of times, and it doesn't actually fix anything." "Would you say that if you'd gotten justice as a child?" That not-quite-smile, bitter and gone too fast. "And what would I have needed justice for?" "My life's work, and you think I won't recognize a broken child when she sits in front of me? — Dot Hutchison