Death was not the scariest thing out there; no, the denial of it could be far worse.

— Nenia Campbell

Did you think I'd only want you once? Oh, my, you are more naïve than I thought. Why would I go through so much trouble for a mere tryst? Does a man ride a stallion but one time before condemning it to the abattoir?

— Nenia Campbell

Don't tell me it's going to fucking be okay! I am not okay with being that fucker's piñata!

— Nenia Campbell

Everyone needs to escape sometimes, and retreating into somebody else's fantasy isn't nearly as satisfying as slipping into your own.

— Nenia Campbell

Fairytales by nature only talk about the victors. The survivors. Nobody speaks about what happens to those who failed, except in the abstract: as cautionary tales to guide others onto the path to success. How many brave knights fell to the dragon before he was slayed by the noble prince? How many children burned to a crisp and eaten before the wicked witch received her due? These stories are lost, but the lesson behind them is not: it is not enough to be merely pure and good.

— Nenia Campbell

Fear could drive one to violence as quickly as anger could.

— Nenia Campbell

Fire and water, logic and reason—those footholds of reality that you mortals hold so near and dear become like so much mist on the plains of the dreamscape.

— Nenia Campbell

For a moment, the cardboard sets come crashing down to reveal that squalling monster, reality, locked up in the confines of its man-made cage. It is a fearsome thing, beautiful, inherent only to itself. Faced with such naked, existential truths, I understand why humans worship flesh-eating monsters and bloodthirsty gods. But only for a moment.

— Nenia Campbell

For what is magic, but passion freed from reason?

— Nenia Campbell

Fuck, Christina.”“Yes, fuck Christina. I think she'd like that.

— Nenia Campbell