Kate Coyle Quotes

But it was probably nothing."
"Nothing is nothing anymore, Viv.

Harp gives me a look.
“What?”
“You are terrible at lying, Viv. Embarrassingly bad. Have I taught you nothing?”

If I ever had patience for believers who wanted to convince me of my own wickedness, I’ve officially run out of it.

What? Why the fuck are you smiling?"
"Because you're so like Winnie, it's actually spooky. You both clearly possess the take-no-shit gene.

What Harp doesn’t understand is that I like my parents—current hiccups in sanity not withstanding.

It’s funny now to think that we were ever confused by extreme action taken in the name of God.

That's part of the prophecy of the Rapture, right? The dead will rise and crash our parties?"
He laughs. "Do you really think that's a priority, for the reanimated corpses?"
"Absolutely," I say. "No French onion dip in purgatory.

This whole country," says my grandmother evenly, "supports a culture of ignorance and anti-intellectualism which posits that not understanding a phenomenon is just as valid as understanding one, and frankly I'm sick of it.

It’s not enough for the Believers to feel abandoned—they need to know they’ve been lied to. Otherwise someone down the line will try again.

But I can’t justify the act to myself, no matter how much I like making out with the boy I’d be trying to save. That would be playing by Believer rules—telling myself that violence and the threat of it is okay, if that’s what it takes to get you what you want. “For God so loved the world,” says the Book of Frick, “that he sent us guns with which to protect our homes and women.”

I'm Harp," my best friend says, business-like. "This is Viv. Personally, I think you guys would make really cute babies together.