Carla H. Krueger Quotes

Don’t mock my suggestions, Ridley – one day in the near future, they might just save your life.” Maxwell D. Kalist.

If I don't stay in and write, I feel like a prisoner.

I’m warning you because you’re young and vulnerable. He’s a dirty, lying, conniving piece of shit and he’s dangerous.” Gottfried Baumauer.

There are books that change our perspectives and books that change our personalities.

It’s much harder to twist the charitable arm of a lottery winner compared to that of a man at his lowest ebb. It sounds like the wrong way round at first, but when you really put your nut to it, people are more frightened of losing the big shit than of having fuck all to begin with and losing a bit of that.

Nothing in her life makes sense.All she craves is for the pieces of the puzzle to fit together again.She is sure one day it will happen. She just doesn’t know when.She can’t fight injustice alone– for that, she needs her friends.

Most people assume I write at night because of the kind of books I write, but I can shut out the light with my mind.

I always feel anxious if anyone’s close to uncovering my secrets.

Too old for dolls. Too ill for tablets.

Nearly two years of dates. Still no question. Her mother and father want to set a proper date. Still no question. Her friends keep asking, when, Natasha? When? But she still hasn’t been asked The Question. It’s enjoyable to be the one with all the secrets, but in her honest mind – the hidden part that’s always sleeping – the secrets he keeps about when and if give her a feeling inside she’s never really understood completely – a sensation she had as a child when she got to the end of a fairytale where never-ending love and happiness were all but expected and wondered whether there might be…. one last page.

I can love what is broken.

This is a landscape of dreams cemented in the past, of hopes gone cold, of girls and boys for rent in officially empty tower blocks, where none is truly so.

All the best writers take risks, offend people often and say fuck you to the critics.

Writing is just building a new world – one character, one place, one maniac at a time.

Shame comes in different doses.

Nader refused to bring her the feathery dream catcher – her asabikeshiinh – with its willow-web and invisible ‘lady spider’ apparently weaving her spells – an object Bea insisted always hung above her in bed.

Bea stared at the pencils as if they were enemies.

I do not do free e-books. I occasionally like to eat that thing you people call "food".

Dawn cackles as she guides me through the all-glass porch. Thinner, paler Reina shuffles about behind Dawn, watching as I slip my boots off. Although she tries to hide her hands, her fingers flicker nervously. I place my boots neatly on the floor of the porch beside the other pairs in the shadows under the coats. Music drifts through to us from a distant room – it’s the Beach Boys’ California Dreamin’. Dawn looks at me and I smile – they’ve put the record on for me. Dawn nods along happily. ‘Hear you’re a surfer boy!’ she says and she mimics riding a wave.

I’m much more than a writer – I’m someone who puts different words together in an interesting way.

She heard him speak, but did not recognise the problem in his voice – only later did she realise it was that thing he’d been concealing – known as guilt.

When I read a daring book or listen to rebellious music, I feel like I've found what freedom really means.

People who don't read fiction are scared of what's inside their own heads.

Youngsters deserve no opinions.

Are there not times, Ridley, when you yourself wish only to hear the best in people – and not to be dragged downwards into the underworld we all regularly inhabit?

Every time I so much as blink you get an erection.

He’s in a side room alone with her and it’s far too fucking hot.

Beyond the boundaries of herself, her parents and the enclosing garden walls, were open fields and other waiting places she still knew nothing of – lies of the land, perhaps. What Katie did know is that out there in the lonely nowhere was a special quietness, free of the sounds of daytime birds or foxes at night – and that it was a quietness she might like to listen to one day.

Reality was dawning on him and he hated reality. If you were him, so would you.

One day, I decided I was going to write books forever.

I’m proud to be a writer. I’m doing the job all my heroes did.

People who love reading get an instantly warm feeling in their bellies when they hear others describe getting comfortable with a good book.

Welcome to Sex Media, Where Fantasy Becomes Reality!

It’s late and most of the clerks are at home in their beds, dreaming of swimming in pools filled with real money.

No matter what the good boys tell you, criminality is not a level playing field.

People love books because they're searching for answers to deep, unconscious questions - and books get as close as it's possible to get.

On some days she was able to see both sun and moon at the same time. Like feuding cousins, they hung in two corners of the vast world-ceiling refusing to look at one another. The moon was always harder to spot and more faded, but it was there if you looked, as many things were.

For no real reason – well, perhaps because of the seriousness under the trees or Nader’s hair, which was very messy and covered in little grass seeds – Katie began to giggle. She knew it was wrong, yet it was also natural. She covered her mouth with both hands, but Nader was already pale with revulsion. He turned and marched away into unwanted sunlight, leaving her to wonder why bad things happened and why no good person prevented them.

There are times when I can't believe how much ridiculous stuff happens to me and how brilliant it is to be in a position to write about it.

Reading and writing dangerous books lets me be who I can't be and say what I can't say in everyday life.

Katie soon learned there was a problem with hope.

Every book contains a secret – even the writer doesn't always know what it is.

Self-belief is not self-centred. We can only fight effectively for others if we already believe in ourselves.

Day after day, week after week; writing great fiction takes time, emotion, skill and effort.

I live, love and loathe my characters. They stole my mind. They stole my heart.

You have to know your own mind inside out before you can know the minds of others.

He had become the sky around the sun – alive, but not really there.

I have a very addictive personality. If it isn’t women, it’s money. If it isn’t money, it’s speeding. And if it isn’t speeding, it’s women. I also like expensive video consoles where I can punch, kick, screw, shoot and drive legally all night anywhere I fucking well want to.

I’ll be your friend until you find a better one.

A silence absorbed them both – a lack of sound so potent it blackened the place with something richer than hate.

Lyrics paved my teenage route to loving words. I take those passionate mini-stories with me everywhere.

The fear of not being remembered is a dangerous thing.

To Kalist, Baumauer’s just a timber bridge in need of a good hot fire.

Please, never tell me what 'horror erotica' is. Real #art is being lost in a bizarre swamp of over-processed, sexually exploitative garbage.

The loudest silence is camera silence.

Prayer is better than pills.

We are all the sum of a million moments in our lives.

You’re my prey tonight.

Writing is a solitary existence, especially if you forget to chat to your friends – sorry, I meant characters.

There is just too much cruelty, selfishness and corruption in the world not to want to crush the poisonous will of those who cause it by writing about it as powerfully as I can.