Top 150 Mona Awad Quotes (2024 Update)
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51. “I hope you don’t mind this music,” he says. “No.” I want to take the CD and throw it out the window, possibly setting it on fire first.”

— Mona Awad

52. “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.”

— Mona Awad

53. “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

54. “Trixie is now fastening the scarf around my neck like a flaccid noose and I feel my chest getting red and patchy and hot underneath her hands.”

— Mona Awad

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

— Mona Awad

56. “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.”

— Mona Awad

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

— Mona Awad

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

— Mona Awad

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

— Mona Awad

60. “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.”

— Mona Awad

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

— Mona Awad

62. “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

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

— Mona Awad

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

— Mona Awad

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

— Mona Awad

66. “It starts to rain. Hard. Because that’s the kind of weather that follows this kind of girl. She’s so slutty and dark she makes the clouds slutty and dark too. Pregnant with this dirty rain that starts to fall hard on both of us.”

— Mona Awad

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

— Mona Awad

68. “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.”

— Mona Awad

69. “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?”

— Mona Awad

70. “But I will not be manipulated or distracted or manipulated. Instead, I look up, right into his eyes whose many swimmy colors drown me.”

— Mona Awad

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

— Mona Awad

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

— Mona Awad

73. “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.”

— Mona Awad

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

— Mona Awad

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

— Mona Awad

76. “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.”

— Mona Awad

77. “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.”

— Mona Awad

78. “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.”

— Mona Awad

79. “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.”

— Mona Awad

80. “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.”

— Mona Awad

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

— Mona Awad

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

— Mona Awad

83. “I listen to overwritten descriptions of staring deeply into a bonfire on a Costa Rican shore. Of getting pretend-lost in a labyrinthine garden with oh so many nooks and twists. Of being existential in LA, New York, but really, obviously, being rich. And content. And unalone.”

— Mona Awad

84. “She hands me a dress patterned all over with little beheaded girls with blond beehive hairdos, their smiling heads floating next to their decapitated bodies. “Marie Antoinettes,” she says.”

— Mona Awad

85. “You were such a lonely little girl, weren’t you? Whispering to grass. Befriending sticks. Dreaming yourself into movies and books. Every screen, every page, like a door to another world, remember?”

— Mona Awad

86. “She turned up the cherubic harp music. Each song is twenty minutes long and meanders like a bitchy cat. The woman’s high folksy voice hurts our teeth but we would never tell Bunny this. We said we loved this song. So much. But Bunny wasn’t listening. Bunny was singing along in her own high voice. Cherubic harp music is her very, very favorite.”

— Mona Awad

87. “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

88. “I am a boring tree murderess.”

— Mona Awad

89. “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.”

— Mona Awad

90. “A desperate desire to escape this saccharine embrace coursing through me.”

— Mona Awad

91. “September. Warren University. The Narrative Arts department’s annual welcome back Demitasse, because this school is too Ivy and New England to call a party a party.”

— Mona Awad

92. “In my memory, those years remain my most prolific writing period although I’ve never really not written, never not had another world of my own making to escape to, never known how to be in this world without most of my soul dreaming up and living in another.”

— Mona Awad

93. “Read. Be a guest in other worlds.”

— Mona Awad

94. “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.”

— Mona Awad

95. “He looks at me like I’m a black funnel of wind, gathering force. Heading his way.”

— Mona Awad

96. “Looking back, it still doesn’t add up how we went from lying in the grass and listening to the same set of headphones to where we are now. Nowhere. I really need to email her.”

— Mona Awad

97. “That’s when he starts screaming. He just opens his mouth and screams and screams, looking right at me like I’m the most horrifying thing he’s ever seen. Then all the men start screaming. Just stand there shrieking at the ceiling.”

— Mona Awad

98. “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.”

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99. “Mother will carry me in the red wave, and in the wave, we’ll talk. I’ll ask her, Why did you leave me? I’ll tell her a lot of things seem to be leaving me, even myself. But I’m glowing, just like you did.”

— Mona Awad

100. “Why are you apologizing, Samantha?” Creepy Doll says, her breathy voice full of demonic emoticons flanked by winking smileys.”

— Mona Awad