Nenia Campbell Quotes & Sayings
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Famous Quotes By Nenia Campbell
Butt holes are like a one-way street; they were made the way they were for a reason. — Nenia Campbell
People only picked the pretty, sweet-smelling flowers. The ones with thorns were left alone. — Nenia Campbell
It wasn't that she was sad - sadness had very little to do with it, really, considering that most of the time, she felt close to nothing at all. Feeling required nerves, connections, sensory input. The only thing she felt was numb. And tired. Yes, she very frequently felt tired. — Nenia Campbell
Ignorance must be a fun place to live; my parents seem to vacation there year-round. — Nenia Campbell
But fairytales were, at best, dirty mirrors whose warped and pitted surfaces reflected a highly distorted view of the truth, quite different from reality. — Nenia Campbell
My sub doesn't pay for me," he says, pulling me to my feet. "That just doesn't happen."
"But we ordered so much," I say helplessly.
"It made you happy," he says simply. "Now I get to play with you. And that makes me happy."
"I don't think it's that simple an equation."
"Maybe not," he concedes. "But then, if if sex were the same thing as math, a lot more people would be lining up to take calculus. — Nenia Campbell
There are two things about me you should know. Don't fight me, unless you're prepared to kill me. And don't kiss me, unless you're prepared to fuck me. — Nenia Campbell
I can take care of myself," I said hotly.
"Darlin, you don't even know how to pleasure yourself. — Nenia Campbell
Remember how it feels, Silent One. That murderous rage, and how it makes your blood boil. Remember, and let it carry you the rest of the way - only, learn to freeze it, as well, because the best killers are those who can put their desires on ice. — Nenia Campbell
Nobody wants to believe that existence carries on without at least taking a stumble from their departure of this world. — Nenia Campbell
It's like an itch, isn't it? You can feel it in your throat. You want to scream for me. — Nenia Campbell
Yes. You're the only thing that matters right now." Michael, swaying a little over me, said, "You're trying to talk yourself into hating me when all I'm trying to do is keep you alive. — Nenia Campbell
I was cyber-bullied before all those Myspace-related suicides, so my school principal wasn't really impressed when my mom complained about what was happening to me on my Xanga blog and on AIM chat.
"Get your life sorted out, you fucking scitzo [sic] dyke tranny bitch," one comment might say.
Another comment would say something like, "I know she's reading this, she's so pathetic."
And, perhaps most frightening of all: "I'm going to fuck you up until your mother bleeds. — Nenia Campbell
Don't mistake me. I want you. You are what they call a tease. I don't like that, and I intend to make you fully aware of my displeasure by fucking you senseless and subjecting you to all kinds of stimulation that will make your tender young body shiver and writhe for my touch, and mine alone. Sometimes it will be in pain, sometimes in pleasure, but always, always with passion. — Nenia Campbell
She had come into the garden expecting summer roses and had instead been caught in a bank of twisted, thorny, frostbitten vines. — Nenia Campbell
He acted like a libertine of Europe with a genteel Southern propriety - and had all the morals of an emotionless psychopath. The two former masked the latter, like leaves covering a snare. You didn't notice the steel jaws until they were impaled in your flesh, and by then it was already far too late to run. — Nenia Campbell
Valys also didn't think I was good enough for him. He made that clear every time he acted like a martyr forced to settle. But what he didn't understand was that if he thought I might not be good enough for him, he definitely wasn't good enough for me. I was well aware of my flaws, but I knew my merits, too; I shouldn't have to be anyone's second-best. Least of all, his. — Nenia Campbell
Maybe that was the root of my dislike for her: she had what I wanted, which earned her my jealousy, and since I was ashamed of myself for wanting it, my scorn, as well. — Nenia Campbell
They stare at her, not seeing the woman she is or the girl she was none too long ago, but a mere puzzle. An intractable puzzle - bemusing and a little frustrating, but capable of being solved nonetheless. — Nenia Campbell
You think you fucking know me? I'm an assassin. I kill people for a living. Good people, bad people, it makes no difference to me as long as I get paid." I spoke slowly, giving each word time to sink in. "And that girl you just sold out? She's the only thing in this world that makes me even remotely human. — Nenia Campbell
If I catch you, I might do anything. I might strip the skin from your bones as I drain you dry. Or I might drag you into my chambers and have you pleasure me in ways you cannot even imagine. I might even take mercy on you, and that would be the cruelest injustice of all, because for you, it would only be a temporary reprieve. — Nenia Campbell
Time can be as fluid as water, and never in the way you'd like; it slows down to a standstill when you wish you could get things over with, and rushes by in a blur when you wish things would last. — Nenia Campbell
What a joke, coming from a woman who worked for the fashion industry. Really. Starving yourself to fit into a size zero - why did that size even exist? Zero referred to the absence of something, but what did it mean in terms of a model's measurements? Her fat? Or her presence? How much could you cut away before the person herself vanished? It was hypocritical, that's what it was. I said as much, adding, If you're so keen on me being healthy then you should have no problem accepting me for the way I am. That's what's healthy, Mom. Not being focused on all this freaky weight-loss stuff. — Nenia Campbell
You may have bought my body, you may even have the papers to prove it, but don't fool yourself into thinking for a moment that my heart and mind were included in the purchase. — Nenia Campbell
I'm pretty sure those're my balls you've found," I said to the man searching my pants. "You gonna count 'em out now? Because I'll save you the trouble. There's two. — Nenia Campbell
Do you ever get tired of being such a witch?" Vol asks, holding open the door.
"Oh, no. Never." She smiles. "You have to admit, it's so much more interesting than being nice. — Nenia Campbell
What's happening to me?" she whispers to the quilt. "I'm losing my mind."
Though that implies that I had one to begin with. — Nenia Campbell
You're going to the ball?"
"Aren't you? I was led to believe we had no choice in the matter."
Vol cracks a wry smile. "Ah. You've met Kira, then."
"If that self-congratulatory guinea pig in my doorway this morning was Kira, then yes. We're acquainted. — Nenia Campbell
Knowing and doing are two separate things, and don't always sync up in life. — Nenia Campbell
Words were the bane of her existence. She drowned in them when all she wanted was silence, only to have them recede when one desperately-sought phrase would be the key to her salvation. Most things were like that: excess in times of abundance, and shortages in times of dearth. Life, she realized, was an unbalanced scale, and would never weigh in one's favor, struggle as one might. — Nenia Campbell
Books make the best ersatz friendships. — Nenia Campbell
We're so concerned with the idea of what we ought to be that we fail to take into account the things that make us who we really are. — Nenia Campbell
You don't think I could bring myself to mark your lovely skin? I'll take my knife to you, if that's the case. I'll carve my name in your breast so that every beat of your heart will remind you that you are mine - and mine alone. Because blood is binding, and because I would rather see you destroyed than see you free or in the possession of another, so I suggest you not try me, or you will suffer as no earthly creature has." He slammed her back against the wall. "Or ever will. But that is a suggestion, and one you are free to disregard at your own peril. But you are are going to answer my question. — Nenia Campbell
The amount of sympathy you get from having an illness is paid out like a Ponzi scheme and psychiatric disorders are all the way at the bottom. — Nenia Campbell
She started life with a number, not a name. Class: S, No. 13295. She has them memorized by rote, though nobody ever calls her that. The Scientists feel foolish addressing her in long, bewildering strings of alphanumerics. They have told her so themselves. To save time, they simply call her Snow. — Nenia Campbell
Well blow me down with a solar flare. — Nenia Campbell
What do you want to do with your life, then? is often the question I'm asked.
To be honest, I don't know. I really don't.
Mainly because I don't see myself living long enough for that to make much of a difference. — Nenia Campbell
There is no redemption in a cruel man's love. — Nenia Campbell
In a fight between a shifter and a witch, the shifter would often win - but only if they could keep the witch from speaking, usually by severing the throat or tearing out the tongue. If the witch was powerful enough, and quick enough, physical size didn't matter. Catherine had heard of the horrible ways the witches could kill their victims. Cooking them alive from the inside out, restricting oxygen flow through the nasal and oral passages by creating a vacuum, drowning them with vapor pulled from the very air.
It made fights between shifters look almost humane by comparison. — Nenia Campbell
He smelled like alcohol and a bad dream. — Nenia Campbell
In her view, there were three
options for a woman. If you were beautiful, you got married. If you
were ugly, you became a nun. If you were beautiful and stupid, or
ugly and dishonorable, you became a whore. — Nenia Campbell
Nobody should have to choose between a cold heart and a dead heart. — Nenia Campbell
You are my star and you have made me see," he tells her, "and I am the air beneath your wings, never rending, never ending. — Nenia Campbell
Fuck, Christina."
"Yes, fuck Christina. I think she'd like that. — Nenia Campbell
You will not mock me - and you will let me finish. I have owned and lost a kingdom, and I have battled death. I have been through all that, and I will not chase after you like some lovesick poet spouting verse. If you wish to call me yours, then you will have to act as if you are mine. On the front of surrender, there is no middle ground. — Nenia Campbell
His skeptical silence made me shift uncomfortably. I felt like Aladdin, holding his hand out to Jasmine on the magic carpet. A ridiculous comparison under the given circumstances, and yet oddly apt. — Nenia Campbell
Everything's just fucking Disney with you. — Nenia Campbell
But moods pass; they are fickle things darting in and out of the underbrush of the conscious mind. This - whatever this is - is deeply entrenched: a permanent squatter looming dark and dangerous in the forefront of my brain. — Nenia Campbell
Okay," he said, planting his newly freed hand on the mattress. "I stopped. Now let me tell you what I think. I think you think that if you give in to what I want, and what I suspect you want, I'll make a killer and a whore out of you. You think I'll hurt you if you refuse. — Nenia Campbell
Too bad. Game over. Insert new fucking quarter. — Nenia Campbell
I can't believe it. He is sporting a bona fide erection in the middle of class. All because of me.
In history you learn about entire kingdoms crumbling into chaos because of a woman - or, in some cases, multiple women. I smile at Professor Delacroix, putting an extra bit of swing into my hips as I sashay out the door. I'm beginning to see just how easy it is to bring a man to his knees with a few flashes of bare skin, and the whispered promise of hot, sweaty sex. — Nenia Campbell
If a woman defined herself solely by the man she was with - and vice versa - the world would be a very shallow and insipid place, indeed. — Nenia Campbell
You don't find the concept of illicit love at all engaging?"
"The concept, maybe. But in literature? That's like ordering a glass of tap water at a bar. — Nenia Campbell
What does she see in him?"
"Power. Money." I might have imagined the pause. "Sex."
"That's disgusting."
"You asked. Don't ask things you don't want to know the answers to. I don't have time to argue. Can you walk? — Nenia Campbell
Men who thought of themselves as gods fell the farthest, and the hardest. — Nenia Campbell
Not yet," he said. "You're beautiful, and it's killing me and I want to die a moment longer. Please. — Nenia Campbell
When they figure out how to bottle up orgasms and sell them as a food additive, I'll be first in line. — Nenia Campbell
Hello, Mrs. Tran ... I have David's homework. And if you ever want to see it again, you'll pay me the two million dollars I asked for. — Nenia Campbell
I am the rightful ruler of this world And now that I, too, have awakened, like my dragons, I have come to take back what is mine. — Nenia Campbell
I wanted to persuade her, but I didn't want to scare her, and I certainly didn't want to make her cry. I wanted her to be safe. I wanted her to be mine. I wanted to have my cake and eat it, too. — Nenia Campbell
He kissed her, and the magic that had been building up steadily around them exploded, raining down in arcs of silver fire that made her half-remember a prophecy from her dreams.
One by one, they all will die.
Something had been set into motion. — Nenia Campbell
All right," she snaps at the computer. "I get it. I'm slowing down! Gods!"
"Activating Generic Ocular Display Sequence. G.O.D.S."
The front of her shuttle goes transparent and Vol experiences a nauseating wave of vertigo.
"No, that's not what I meant! It's an expression! What the hell?"
"Error. Request must be made in the form of a command."
"Oh, f*** you."
"Error. Command not recognised."
"I'm not surprised," Vol mutters. — Nenia Campbell
Since when did psychiatry become one big, fat Myspace survey? — Nenia Campbell
I was starting to fall in love with Michael Boutilier. Quickly, violently. It was a love that was both armed and dangerous, a ticking time-bomb of destruction that threatened to send my whole world up in flames
and it felt good. — Nenia Campbell
Isn't that just typical. You're either asking for it, or having it forced upon you without your consent. Who decided women always have to be passive in sex? — Nenia Campbell
That's what I fear: being subtracted from myself. Negation. Forced against my will to become a beast. — Nenia Campbell
People say hate is like a poison - but they're wrong. It's like a drug. You never forget your first hit, how it seduces you with its strength and power, and takes you completely by storm. It colors your world in light and meaning, until you wonder how you ever managed to get by without it. And then, eventually, you get to a point where you can't. It takes over your life, until hating becomes your reason for living. — Nenia Campbell
Out running errands - be back before noon. I made a list of some things I like. Check the ones you're interested in, underline any maybes, and cross off your no's. I'm going to do two of the things on that list to you when I get back - your choice. Surprise me.
-M — Nenia Campbell
Why me?"
"Because I lie awake at night, dreaming of all the things I want to do to your body, of leaving marks on your skin so that everyone knows that you are mine. And only mine." He leaned back against one of the larger metal tables. "But you fight yourself even as you fight me, and I love that, too. I love watching you squirm, because it gives me some idea of how you'll look when I'm inside you. I want to be your last thought at night, and your first taste at dawn. I want to teach you, own you, control you. — Nenia Campbell
I was afraid and knew I had every right to be, but he had awakened a part of me that no longer cared. — Nenia Campbell
We always vilify what we don't understand. — Nenia Campbell
Don't tell me it's going to fucking be okay! I am not okay with being that fucker's pinata! — Nenia Campbell
Satisfied he had made his point, he left me there to cough up blood and bile and impotent rage. And fear. — Nenia Campbell
In my experience, the romance novels written about BDSM have about as much in common with actual BDSM relationships as a child playing with a jump rope. — Nenia Campbell
Keep calm. You have the forest in your blood. — Nenia Campbell
Only the cruelest hunters set their traps with terror and trepidation. — Nenia Campbell
One doesn't need to be taught fear when one is the hunted. — Nenia Campbell
I want him to hurt me, so I won't feel pain. — Nenia Campbell
Crazy people always think they're perfectly sane. It's what makes them so crazy; their entire delusion lies within the fact that they believe they aren't deluded. — Nenia Campbell
Life doesn't come with an eraser. Experiences leave their mark, for better or for worse. Anyone who tells you otherwise has never been hurt. — Nenia Campbell
There's a saying that you can't put a price on a human life, but that saying is a lie because we have. We have, and it's so much lower than you would think. Yes, human life has its price like anything else, and will continue to do so for as long as it doubles as a commodity. — Nenia Campbell
Conquest was not satisfying if it began with a surrender. — Nenia Campbell
I had a fucking standing ovation going on in my goddamn pants, and it was demanding an encore. — Nenia Campbell
I missed you."
My heart stopped. "What?"
"You heard me."
"Please," I said. "No. Don't do this."
"I dreamed about you." Pause. "Every night."
Oh God, I was weak. Weak. — Nenia Campbell
What is your collective GPA for this year?"
"Not as high as I'd like it to be."
Freud steepled his fingers in front of his mouth. "What about your parents?"
"I don't know. They haven't been in school for a while. — Nenia Campbell
There was a difference between killing for nourishment and killing for curiosity or sport. — Nenia Campbell
College had once been my greatest aspiration; it stood for everything my mother did not - intellectualism, feminism, freedom. But being kidnapped had given me plenty of time to think, and somewhere between all that fear and dread, I'd realized that was the wrong reason to go to college. That the potential for those things had been inside of me all along, only I'd never realized because I hadn't believed myself strong enough to break free without an intermediary. — Nenia Campbell
For what is magic, but passion freed from reason? — Nenia Campbell
All lines are gray in the dark. — Nenia Campbell
Some things are not supposed to be forgotten; these are the things which make us human. — Nenia Campbell
A story unwritten is without beginning or end. But in its potential lies another story; and in the heartbeat before pen meets page, both stories exist at once, reflecting endless permutations of the other, before one of them disappears forever. — Nenia Campbell
If the whole world seems like it's against you, it helps to know that you've still got home. A safe place. It just takes one person - a teacher, a friend, a parent. If I didn't have you and Dad, if you hadn't made it so clear you loved me as much as you did, or if you'd said, 'yeah, why don't you do it, and put yourself out of our misery, just shut up,' I would have killed myself. I really would have. I spent most of those days wishing I were dead anyway, and what always stopped me was the fact that doing so would destroy the lives of the only people who ever cared about me. — Nenia Campbell
When nature calls, I don't let it go to voicemail. — Nenia Campbell
Because you're a sick fuck who tortures people!"
He wagged his finger at me. "You make it sound so simple. It isn't. Not at all. Torture covers a broad spectrum. The two main subgroups are physiological and psychological, but these can be divided into the subcategories of spiritual, emotional, physical, and sexual. Everyone has at least one weakness in at least one of these areas that can be exploited. Finding it only requires patience, and a suspension of societal norms. — Nenia Campbell
Not all poison was bitter. Some of the deadliest poisons in the world tasted sweet; they were that much more dangerous because of it. — Nenia Campbell