“I know that mirrors give us a false sense of confidence.” I continued. “The reflection that we see everyday has nothing to do with how others see us. The glass lies.”
― Rasmenia Massoud, Human Detritus

“Who’s happy? Happy is just what people think they are when they can’t find anything to bitch about.”
― Rasmenia Massoud, Human Detritus

“Maybe I should find another doctor; one who realizes the importance of scars.”
― Rasmenia Massoud, Human Detritus

“I wondered why humans were even given the gift of speech at all. We no longer needed it; we’ve forgotten to talk about anything. We only waste it.”
― Rasmenia Massoud, Human Detritus

“The problem with comprehension is, it often comes too late.”
― Rasmenia Massoud, Human Detritus

“The counselor says that with more time and more surgeries, I will begin to feel normal again. She says this with a mouth that can still smile. It’s so easy to be reassuring when you have lips.”
― Rasmenia Massoud, Human Detritus

“He mentioned the connection between us. He identified with me. These are the things that many people want to hear, that most “normal” people want to be able to truthfully say, but almost no one can.”
― Rasmenia Massoud, Human Detritus

“Lucius didn’t believe in werewolves. He said that people were too horrible for any other monsters to exist, which he thought was a shame.”
― Rasmenia Massoud, Human Detritus

“Whatever it is that you know, or that you don’t know, tell me about it. We can exchange tirades. The comma is my favorite piece of punctuation and I’ve got all night.”
― Rasmenia Massoud, Human Detritus

“I know what death smells like. Death smells like gasoline, singed hair and fingernails.
It smells like cooking meat. My meat.”
― Rasmenia Massoud, Human Detritus

“I thought about how I had now let a self-proclaimed lunatic into my house twice and considered the possibility that my life needed sorting out.”
― Rasmenia Massoud, Human Detritus

“When I walked into the room, I looked down to the floor and saw that each and every garment I owned had been pulled from its rightful place and had been meticulously sliced into countless pieces. One thing was painfully obvious to me: these clothes were symbolic of me; they represented my body.

What you really wanted was to slice me into countless pieces.”
― Rasmenia Massoud, Human Detritus

“There are no mirrors of any kind in here. If there were, I’d want to smash them, but I wouldn’t. Instead, I’d probably just stare at them, giving myself negative affirmations.”
― Rasmenia Massoud, Human Detritus