There is stability in self-destruction, in prolonging sadness as a means of escaping abstractions like happiness. Rock bottom is a surprisingly comfortable place to lay your head. Looking up from the depths of another low often seems a lot safer than wondering when you'll fall again. Falling feels awful. I'd rather fuck fly.

— Kris Kidd

There's a weight in the room now, a remembrance of childhood. It sinks like a stone, or a heart, or my weight on a good day.

— Kris Kidd

There’s a weight in the room now, a remembrance of childhood. It sinks like a stone, or a heart, or my weight on a good day.

— Kris Kidd

There's stranger sex than sex with strangers.

— Kris Kidd

They say you can’t build Rome in a day, but I’m pretty sure you could destroy it in even less.

— Kris Kidd

Two sad eyes and one swanky smile, I practically pulse with the promise of promiscuity. I'm easy to catch, but too slippery to hold onto. Men love a challenge if the prize is guaranteed. I know how to start a fight while deep throating a white flag.

— Kris Kidd

Under the influence, I am easily influenced. I try to keep my pants on, but some things are easier said than done.

— Kris Kidd

We skip school and we ditch chores. We haunt shopping malls and grocery stores. House parties grow dull, but Amy's boyfriend is a dealer, and we find ways to pass the time.

— Kris Kidd

What if I were to tell you the game’s been rigged, that I was destined to win from the very beginning? To be clear: Winning is subjective. For the record: I win by losing, by avoiding the confusion of possibility, the sheer terror of potential. To make a long story short: I win when I lose, and I lose by running, by pushing you away.

— Kris Kidd

When you’re finally finished crying, I hope you run as fast and as far as you possibly can from me. When you land, out of breath, and I’m finally out of sight, finally out of mind, you’ll be honestly fine. All wounds will be healed. All fires will be extinguished. I’ll be a memory. Feel free to repress me.

— Kris Kidd