I dye my jeans jet black once a week, but they never seem dark enough. I bleach my hair bright white twice a month, but it never seems light enough. Furthermore, I drink two and a half bottles of champagne every night, but I never seem drunk enough. And I know I’m not high enough until someone grabs my face to check my vision to see if I’m still responsive— And even then, I’m thinking to myself that I should probably do one more line, you know, just to be safe.

— Kris Kidd

If I told you that I imagine love to be a two-way mirror, which side of the mirror would you imagine me standing on?

— Kris Kidd

I gave them everything I had, and I guess it feels alright. I gave them my body, and they use it every night.

— Kris Kidd

I haven’t felt the full weight of the world on my shoulders, and I haven’t experienced fraction of the pain and embarrassment I’ve put out into this great big white world.

— Kris Kidd

I just want to get away from me.

— Kris Kidd

I know it sounds a bit trite, but I really do get everything I want now. They say life is a game, and I guess I might agree if the stakes were a little higher, but it’s just so easy to fall into a cycle. I get bored.

— Kris Kidd

I like people with weak will and bad taste. It feels like anything is possible.

— Kris Kidd

I’ll be too drunk to fight when you ask why I prefer to hurt, so I’ll start hurling stupid phrases like I love you at your naked chest, but no matter what I try, they’ll all sound like cheap threats.

— Kris Kidd

I love like a beaten child and I trust like an addict.

— Kris Kidd

I love you. Let's get this over with.

— Kris Kidd