Meda Quotes

“You can love a monster, it can even love you back, but that doesn’t change its nature. This isn’t Beauty and the Beast where my kiss would transform the monster to a prince. If anything, it’s Shrek, and his kiss brings out the ogre in me.”
― Eliza Crewe, Crushed

“Naivety is cured with time. Stupidity is terminal.”
― Eliza Crewe, Cracked

“She regards me the same way I would a cat – like I’m distasteful, occasionally entertaining, and not to be trusted not to pee on the rug. Which is completely unfair – I only thought about it once.”
― Eliza Crewe, Crushed

“Stupid Crusaders with their stupid rules. For a homicidal group, they’re appallingly restrictive.
No, Meda, you can’t leave campus.
No, Meda, you know we have a curfew.
No, Meda, you can’t eat that guy.”
― Eliza Crewe, Crushed

“Some might call me a “tease”, but don’t believe it. “Tease” implies that I owe him something, that I should feel guilty. As if my flirtation is forced on him and he merely tolerates it for an eventual pay-out. That’s bullshit. We both have goals in our little game; why should his goal (sex) take priority over mine (to mess with his head)? Is it because he’s a man?
In that case I must object on principle. Superhero Meda establishing gender-equality one almost-kiss at a time!”
― Eliza Crewe, Crushed

“I laugh. “How exactly do you see this…” I wave between the two of us, unable to come up with a descriptor
“Beautiful friendship?” he supplies with a devilish grin.
“…going?” I finish, ignoring him. “Us being mortal enemies and all.”
“I prefer the term ‘star-crossed lovers.’”
I snort. “Regardless, it can’t end well.”
“The best romances don’t.”
― Eliza Crewe, Crushed

“They say curiosity killed the cat but I am unconcerned. I am smarter, though slightly less evil, than any cat.”
― Eliza Crewe

“Because the dumb slut slept with him, and he’s too nice to–” WHAM, out of nowhere he nose-butts me in the fist!”
― Eliza Crewe, Crushed

“I suppose it should bother me to be so hated but, without it, I wouldn’t have the delight of torturing them with my presence. What can I say? My cheerful spirit can’t help but spot silver linings.”
― Eliza Crewe, Crushed

“Get him! My hormones scream.
Don’t fall for it, my brain cautions.
Pretty! They whine. Stupid hormones.
Calm down, hormones. We are just pumping him – (really brain, you chose the word pumping?) – for information. He is literally evil. We need to keep our distance.”
― Eliza Crewe, Crushed

“I nod and wave to my enemies like Miss America, pausing to blow kisses at the worst of them as I work my way across the cafeteria with a plate loaded with horridly healthy food.”
― Eliza Crewe, Crushed

“You said you’d cooperate.”
I knew I’d regret my promise, just not quite this soon. “You don’t wear pink!”
“Yeah, well, no one thinks I’m in league with the devil.”
She shoves it into my chest. I narrow my eyes. “I do.”
― Eliza Crewe, Crushed

“Rotten boys with their rotten eyes with their ridiculous rotten eyelashes. They suck a girl in, a pair of Venus fly-traps. No, Venus eye-traps.”
― Eliza Crewe, Crushed

“That’s what I get for playing with fire,” he grumbles, rubbing his head.
It can’t hurt too badly – his head is far too hard. “And here I always thought I was the one playing with fire. You being the bad boy.”
“Nope,” he says, dropping down beside me. “The one playing with fire is the one most likely to get burned.”
― Eliza Crewe, Crushed

“No, I should kill him. He said himself he would eventually go back to the demons. But he turns long-lashed eyes on me, full of entreaty, as if he were saying: please, please let me come murder the molester with you. How do you say “no” to eyes like those? They are a magical combination of sex and puppy.
Better than it sounds, I promise.”
― Eliza Crewe, Crushed

“My hands twitch and wiggle.
Jo sees them, shakes her head and mouths, “Sit on your hands.”
She can’t be serious. As if my butt would stop my hands even if it could. Does she not realize it’s in league with the rest of me?”
― Eliza Crewe, Crushed

“Forget them, Meda. Forget her.” He reaches up and puts his hand on the side of my face, tugging it toward him. “I like you as you are. Good, evil, whatever. All I care about is that you’re alive. Please, Meda.”
― Eliza Crewe, Crushed

“You are a total nerd.”
Not what he’s expecting, the darkness wiped away by a startled laugh. “What?”
“Why else would you possibly know that?” I say it like I’m piecing together a puzzle – and I’m appalled by the picture it’s making. “You’re a nerd. A complete nerd. You nerdified sex. That just happened.”
― Eliza Crewe, Crushed

“I hear Jo in my head trying to douse the fire in my heart. “Be good, Meda.” Good, good, good, good, good. The word plays in a loop until it means nothing. I’ve been good and they refuse to feed me. I’ve been good and they won’t train me. I’ve been good and they changed the locks. I’ve been good and they want to send me away.”
― Eliza Crewe, Crushed

“She regards me the same way I would a cat – like I’m distasteful, occasionally entertaining, and not to be trusted not to pee on the rug.
Which is completely unfair – I only thought about it once.”
― Eliza Crewe, Crushed