Quotes from Strange Candy

Laurell K. Hamilton ·  257 pages

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“Truth could be violent, could strip you of dignity and hope just as quickly as a gun.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, quote from Strange Candy


“I like to think that Irving is somewhere chasing angelic speedboats, or maybe he’s got his own wings. Surely, even God needs a laugh now and then, and Irving is a funny guy, for a monster.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, quote from Strange Candy


“We spent the rest of the afternoon searching for the lost Girl Scout troop. We found them asleep, drugged with music. They were curled around a sign that said, “No All-Female Groups Beyond This Point. Satyr Breeding Area.” Satyrs have a peculiar sense of humor. I”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, quote from Strange Candy


“Susan is happy off on another project to save yet another endangered creature. But I miss Irving, and though Susan would laugh at me probably, I like to think that Irving is somewhere chasing angelic speedboats, or maybe he’s got his own wings. Surely, even God needs a laugh now and then, and Irving is a funny guy, for a monster.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, quote from Strange Candy


“For you, and your so-firm faith, God bless. For my faith, blessed be.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, quote from Strange Candy



“SOME people are just born evil. No twisted childhood trauma, no abusive father, or alcoholic mother, just plain God-awful mean.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, quote from Strange Candy


“But Jasmine knew that everyone was evil, down deep when you scrape the skin away. Inside their heads everyone hunted, everyone killed, everyone was a monster.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, quote from Strange Candy


“It was one of those moments when you can look in someone else’s eyes and see your own reflection so sharp and true that it slices like glass.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, quote from Strange Candy


About the author

Laurell K. Hamilton
Born place: in Heber Springs, Arkansas, The United States
Born date February 19, 2018
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