I think sometimes we gravitate toward broken people, not ’cause we want to fix them, but ’cause we want to fix ourselves. The line between selflessness and selfishness is thin and intangible. It’s imaginary. We can’t see it. People project their problems onto other people’s problems. It happens all the time. We see ourselves in each other. We can’t help it. It’s human nature.

— Kris Kidd

It isn’t easy,” is easy to say, and sometimes I think that the only thing we can does say really easy things to each other.

— Kris Kidd

It’s so hard not to be fascinated by the broken, to remember that a boy with a sad smile and a pretty face is not the boy that you should fall in love with.

— Kris Kidd

I’ve always wanted to be the sort of boy who does the right thing without having to think about it first, the kind of boy who makes his bed every morning and wears his mouth like a vase for words of kindness and simplicity. My agents keep telling me I’m too bruised to play the part. They have no idea how hard it is to make my bed when I’m constantly sleeping in yours, how difficult it is to keep my body from bruising when I’m almost always on my knees, making room in my vase for you, and watching while you text all the boys who are up for the role.

— Kris Kidd

I've come to realize that hunger feels more like home than any tangible structure ever has, or probably ever will. I know now that creating absence is my way of coping with absence.

— Kris Kidd

I’ve memorized the best angles in the bathroom mirror from which to see how badly I’ve disintegrated. I truly do go from sixty to zero.

— Kris Kidd

I want to be split open and reminded of shame.

— Kris Kidd

I want to know exactly how many pieces of myself I had to give away before I became something else entirely.

— Kris Kidd

I want to remember what we were like before we became ourselves.

— Kris Kidd

My blood makes noise. And I’m saying this now, because I have a strange gut feeling that it will be silenced someday soon.

— Kris Kidd