Crushed 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

“What a foolish thing, the human heart, being both fragile and reckless. No wonder we spend such an inordinate amount of time in pain.”
― Eliza Crewe, Crushed

“What do you say to your best friend when you stand at the gates of the gates of hell? Nothing. If it’s your best friend, she already knows.”
― Eliza Crewe, Crushed

“It’s illegal, you know,” he murmurs. “Stealing.”
I clear my throat. “Stealing?”
“My heart. I could have you arrested.”
I snort. “For that tiny thing? I’d get a misdemeanor at most.”
― 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

“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

“But I am not sick, or crazy, or broken.
I am Meda Melange, demon-saint monster girl. I make full-grown men scream in terror. I break bones and drain blood. I turn nightmares into reality.
I am the most powerful creature on earth. I do not wear a leash.”
― 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

“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

“Colton suspects we’re not just children, that we are, in fact, the terrifying things that go bump in the night. But, no, that’s wrong. Not things that bump. Bumps are clumsy and inelegant. They are sounds made by creatures not at home in the darkness. I don’t bump. I crunch in the night. I crack; I splatter; I splash. But I never, ever bump.”
― Eliza Crewe, Crushed

“There’s this guy I came across, not far from here. I thought we could, you know,” he makes a short slashing motion across his neck. “He seems like the kinda guy you’d go for. In a homicidal way, I mean.” “You arranged a murder?” Awww, that’s so sweet.”
― 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

“You don't have to be a doormat to be good. Even good people are allowed self-defense.”
― 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

“Maybe the problem is that demons belong with demons. Because they’re both takers. One takes from the other but she doesn’t miss it because she’s taking just as much from him. Like children with straws in each other’s milkshakes.” He pauses. “They would be as sneaky and mean in love as they are in everything else; but they’d also both be full and happy.”
― 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

“He doesn’t back down under my accusations. Instead he leans in, his big frame curving over me like a wave. “I would do all that and more.” His tone betrays a carefully restrained ferocity, and I see in him, shifting and fluttering, behind his eyes the monster I’ve always known is there. It makes my breath catch, the beautiful horror of it. He doesn’t try to hide it, if anything he leans in closer, filling my vision until he fills the world. Him and his dark devil’s eyes.”
― 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

“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

“And, lastly, there’s a small pack of wide-eyed innocents in awe of my Beacon-ness who follow me around expecting me to perform a miracle any minute. Sometimes I screw up my face like I’m trying. Or constipated.”
― Eliza Crewe, Crushed

“And since when does Hell have royalty? I thought they were all bureaucrats.” “Oh, sweetie,” he says, patronizing. “That’s cute.” “What’s cute?” “That you think celebrity children of powerful people aren’t royalty.” “Are you accusing me of being a Hilton?” I sputter. “Or a, a–” my head might explode, “Kardashian?” “The Hellish equivalent.”
― 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

“He either had a great deal of faith in my ability to escape (fair enough, I do rock), or he’s full of shit – sadly, that’s the more likely option.”
― 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

“While I’m all delighted joy, she’s angry revenge, which is pretty adorable on a six year-old, even a dead one – like a wet kitten.”
― Eliza Crewe, Crushed