Sandra Newman Quotes & Sayings

That sense of the world being the lack of something dogged him for years, and when it stopped dogging him, he felt unmoored. — Sandra Newman

Examining the actual contents of my crying, I found a quailing sludge emotion, with a foul insecticide taste. If it was a peanut, you would spit it out. Yet I was indulging this toxic goo, giving it its head and letting it dictate my actions. People had every good reason to despise me. — Sandra Newman

All great works start with mistake. Ain't no exception in this fact. — Sandra Newman

Yo, I feel this been the truth of all our time together. We always been a grief that huddle close against a vicious light. — Sandra Newman

He says nothing, vehemently. I falter away and we sit, mutually staring into the fouled water ...
With time to kill, I ponder dismally the possible derivation of the zombie myth from people like my boyfriend. I picture Ralph blackened, semi-fingered, with bright bone peeking through his flesh. The odd small worm clings, festively wiggling. In my image, Ralph's really upset about decaying, and I feel for him sorrowfully. I want to tell him I would still love him, if he were decomposed. Of course in practice there is no predicting what I'd feel, and besides which, it's a wild associative leap.
I ponder dismally how I've alienated people, all my life, with my bizarre associative leaps. — Sandra Newman

You're getting like an attitude. What you get put through for just wanting something more out of life. Makes you vulnerable. Inside, that tug of desperation, trying not to be excited, maybe this is it, and it's usually freaks and you want to shout I'm not like you. — Sandra Newman

Then we all sat around; we were supposed to be awed. I was brattishly unawed. — Sandra Newman