Quotes from Ghost Hand

“Marcus looked down. “Ah, man! This was my favorite shirt. Who tore it?” he asked, trying to pull the ragged edges together.”
― Ripley Patton, quote from Ghost Hand

“You know,” he said, “P.S.S. Piss Camp.”
“Yeah, I get it,” I said, “It’s just not funny.”
― Ripley Patton, quote from Ghost Hand

“...but I’d learned a long time ago that the worse things are, the more people lie about them.”
― Ripley Patton, quote from Ghost Hand

“Let’s just say, there’s not much of a moon out tonight,” Nose continued anyway, “but if Yale joined us, there would be.”
― Ripley Patton, quote from Ghost Hand

“I know babe" he said, wrapping me in his arms. I could hear the loudly thu-bump of his heart as he picked me up and carried me like a child. And he called me Babe.”
― Ripley Patton, quote from Ghost Hand

“Gone was the insignificant, defective girl. I was some kind of f**king comic book vigilante & it felt amazing! ”
― Ripley Patton, quote from Ghost Hand

“Don’t think about that. Don’t think about him.”
― Ripley Patton, quote from Ghost Hand

“Instead, I just sat there crying, hoping he’d come find me, which made me cry even harder.”
― Ripley Patton, quote from Ghost Hand

“Los viejos hábitos son difíciles de eliminar.”
― Ripley Patton, quote from Ghost Hand

“Was he just humouring me? Just giving me the illusion of control while he manipulated me into doing what he wanted with his overwhelming proximity?”
― Ripley Patton, quote from Ghost Hand

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