Top 150 Mona Awad Quotes (2024 Update)
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51. “Behind the blob, I notice another Darling lurking in the corner. He has a wooden spoon in one hand and a hammer in the other. Chefarpenter, because they couldn’t decide if he should be a chef or a carpenter.”

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52. “So I’ll be honest with you. In this story, I don’t look that good, except for maybe my skin, which Mel claims she would kill for. Also my tits. Mel says they’re huge and she assures me it’s a good thing.”

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53. “Here at Mini they have many cupcakes in mini but they should have more. Why don’t they have more? They should have more in mini, more! We tell them how they should have more in mini and they do not seem to make a note of it.”

— Mona Awad

54. “Until all my words had spilled to the floor. I was too drunk to pick them up. So leave them there.”

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55. “I swallow. My hands ungrip the cliff. Trust. I will not fall, I will float. Up into their high blue sky full of fluffy clouds and rainbows. Up, up, up into the pink mist and the laughing light.”

— Mona Awad

56. “Because at Warren, the Body is all the rage. As though everyone in the academic world has just now discovered that they are vesseled in precarious, fastly decaying houses of bone and flesh and my god, what material.”

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57. “I look at her lips shiny and thick with so much gloss. There’s a wavering quality to her voice, like a car swerving down a dangerous road.”

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58. “It’s the hour when all the shop mannequins conspire to look menacing. When they all appear to be smirking a little. The mannequins always reminded me of mother. Flawless, white, smiling.”

— Mona Awad

59. “The roses are swaying gently around me in an ocean breeze. I can smell them from here. I can hear the waves and I can hear the chimes making a lovely music. I’m smiling at myself with my very red lips. I’m telling myself it’s time to go.”

— Mona Awad

60. “Close my eyes. Let the night become dawn. Let the snow outside fall and fall like it will bury us. Please bury us. It would be totally fine by me.”

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61. “We think of it as art meets life, Bunny. We’re putting art into the world.”

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62. “Disorientation can be a very interesting space to occupy as a writer, Samantha. You should try it as an exercise over the holidays. It could be quite illuminating for you, I think.”

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63. “I walk toward what I think is the school, getting lost again and again until at last the moldering, vacant storefronts switch to juice bars and dog salons and I glimpse the Ivy Bubble. The towers upon which Ava and I have sat like gargoyles. Everyone on the street suddenly goes from looking like an extra in a zombie movie to the star of a French New Wave film.”

— Mona Awad

64. “You also didn’t want to disrupt the purity of cinnamon,” the Duchess observes. “Exactly,” Cupcake says, as though the Duchess has articulated a truth she’s been trying to pin down for years.”

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65. “Warren was founded in 1775 and over here – Blah, blah, BLAH, finishes Ava on the bench beside me. What he’s not telling you is that there are people right here on campus who will chop your head off, she shouts to the mothers, who look at her, appalled. That’s right. With an ax! Like this. And then she’ll stand up and take a step toward them with an invisible ax over her shoulder and one or some or all of them will scream. Though I’m horrified, I laugh until I cry every time.”

— Mona Awad

66. “The universe is against us, which makes sense. So we get another McFlurry and talk about how fat we are for a while.”

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67. “Why do you lie so much? And about the weirdest little things?“, my mother always asked me. “I don’t know”, I always said. But I did know. It was very simple. Because it was a better story.”

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68. “The truth is, if you go to Warren, no matter what is going on in your personal life – hair trouble, existential malaise, ax murder – you do the reading.”

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69. “How amazing would that be? Each of us flushed and grinning in the spinning dark of our own overturned world.”

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70. “I bite”, Ava says, sliding out of the booth. “It’s a terrible, voluntary affliction”.”

— Mona Awad

71. “The pink pony inside me weeps softly.”

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72. “The light from her stolen lamp buzzing over her feathery head like a flickering motel sign. Sipping champagne from a wide-mouthed flute. Where does she get it? Never mind. Places. Ava never seems to worry about money. Yet somehow her apartment is like a movie of arty poverty in Paris. Run-down but chicly so.”

— Mona Awad

73. “Don’t trade one kind of blindness for another.”

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74. “God this is depressing, Ava says. And boring. Aren’t you bored? It’s what I can afford, I tell her. Because even if she’s not here, I might as well talk to her all the same.”

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75. “They’re graduate students, I argue back. Exactly. Hiding from life in the most coddling, insular, and self-aggrandizing way.”

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76. “It makes us feel a little like God. No, we can’t go that far. In fact, we are a little fearful of God right now, if he’s out there. She, Bunny. If She’s out there. Or It. We like to think of It more as an energy. And don’t worry, It would approve. So approve. Of us. Because look at what we just did. Look at him.”

— Mona Awad

77. “Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie which we ascribe to heaven.”

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78. “Sometimes we wish for terrible things, things we deserve. How could we not wish for them when we deserve them? And sometimes the heavens hear us. Something hears us. And our wishes come true. Should we feel guilty? Of course we shouldn’t feel guilty, why guilty? Why guilty when we deserve it, when maybe, just maybe, it’s a question of justice?”

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79. “Because you simply can’t sit back and allow your best friend to date an animal man of your own creation and say nothing. You can’t. And say nothing? That would be just wrong, on so many levels.”

— Mona Awad

80. “Maybe just a trick of the light.”

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81. “Think whatever you want, think the worst, I dare you.”

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82. “The only journey that matters in the end, Daughter of Noelle.” “Retinol?” I whisper. “The soul. A journey of the soul, of course.”

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83. “Because life is shorter than we are, she says, so why beat around the bush?”

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84. “In my memory of this time, I sit looking bored out the window onto the most beautiful, serene stretch of the world left to look at, not even seeing it. Wearing a string of pearls that, the first time they were clasped around my neck, felt like strangling but after a week felt like nothing at all.”

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85. “When she repeats the word, the lilt in her tone suggests its aptness in my case. Perhaps, Samantha, you are lost in more ways than one?”

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86. “Even with my skin and tits, though, it’s still Mel who looks better. She’s got psoriasis and a mustache she has to bleach and still. It’s definitely Mel who has any hope in hell with any of the boys we like.”

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87. “Probably you have visited the Falls of Falling. For like an hour, a half day, a day and night tops, you parked in event parking, even though there is no event there but water.”

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88. “Normally Fosco adores Caroline’s pieces, fragmented narratives involving anxious young women who clearly have never had jobs, who instead brood through afternoonish times of day, think quirky thoughts, bake, and are wistful.”

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89. “It dawns on me that perhaps this isn’t a gesture of kindness and trust at all, it’s a test. Or worse, a way to humiliate me. To show me that they are the ones who have this gift, not me. Not you, Samantha. Sorry. This ability comes with being us. We inherited it, like our summer houses, our grand pianos, our perfect, nuanced taste.”

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90. “Then the light goes out. A wind comes. The curtains catch fire. The bunny explodes.”

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91. “That’s just what you think you saw,” Victoria says.”

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92. “We asked you to come out for bento boxes and you said, No, no, I’m too busy and important and better than you are for bento boxes.”

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93. “Now remind me what is it you’re working on?” As if she had ever remembered it enough to forget.”

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94. “Though he has no real innate charisma, he’s tall enough that if he declares mutiny, they will all follow.”

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95. “Mother’s lawyer. When I was younger, he reminded me a little of a perverted Rumpelstiltskin. I’d watch him ogle Mother. Take her all in with a twinkly eyed delight I found obscene, like she was a bowl of bright, erotic candy.”

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96. “I can’t believe you’re here,” I hear myself say in a voice that does not sound like my voice. It is a voice filled with twinkly stars, with overly lashed cartoon eyes.”

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97. “Completely ignoring Caroline. Caroline completely ignoring her. Both of them completely ignoring Fosco’s dog, who is turning mad, frothing circles in the center of the room, desperate to get their attention.”

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98. “She is a sleek, beautiful young woman, younger looking even than her twenty-eight years, except maybe around the eyes. Even though he himself has borne witness to her transformation over the past three years, he is still getting used to the severely pared-down point of her chin, the now visible web of bones in her throat, how all the once-soft edges of her have suddenly grown knife sharp. How they seem pointed at him in perpetual, quiet accusation.”

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99. “The mothers always look around the campus like extremely interested buyers, their jeweled hands rubbing the backs of their fawnlike spawn as if to say: This could be yours, this could be yours.”

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100. “So willing to take a coat I’m not wearing, I almost want to give her my skin.”

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