I’m a lot like you, and you’re a lot like me. It’s sad to say, and it’s sad to see.

— Kris Kidd

I’m not bilingual, but I am fluent in therapists’ jargon.

— Kris Kidd

I need to move. I don’t fit in here. Furthermore, I almost tried a juice cleanse once, but quickly remembered that I could starve, and was starving, myself for free.

— Kris Kidd

In the mirror I stand, an injured deer in headlights, or maybe high beams, judging by the way my eyes water. I measure my wrists with my fingers, and I clutch at my rib cage, fingering it languidly, tracing the rise and fall of sharp bones until my heartbeat slows, and I dream of a faraway ocean.

— Kris Kidd

In the movies, God is an actor just like everyone else.

— Kris Kidd

In the soft light of morning, the sky outside turning light blue, my answer is always and still: “I’m fine.

— Kris Kidd

I talk too much, but there's a lot unsaid. I've slept in a lot of beds.

— Kris Kidd

I think it’s imperative that we continue confusing light with meaning. That’s how the human race evolves. Someone sees a light, names it God, goes toward it, goes up in flames. The same goes for moths. We’re all animals. There’s nothing revolutionary about evolution. The process itself relies solely on stupidity. We fuck up in the hopes that future fuckups will learn from us.

— Kris Kidd

I think it’s pretty common to hold onto people, to bribe them with things, say, a body, in the hopes of keeping them from leaving you. I don’t think it’s uncommon to invert such behaviors, to become something unlovable, in an effort to speed up the process of the inevitable. Fighting is an instinct. So is running. Everybody knows how to destroy a good thing. It’s easy.

— Kris Kidd

I think of drug dealers like I think of my father— never really there when you want them to be.

— Kris Kidd