Amanda Burton Quotes

I'm not squeamish.

It was like the first time i saw a cadaver. For weeks afterward the cadavers head, or what was left of it - floated up behind my eggs and bacon at breakfast and in the face of Buddy Willard, who was responsible for my seeing it in the first place, and pretty soon I felt as though I were carrying that cadavers head around with me on a string, like some black, noseless balloon stinking of vinegar.

In fear I hurried this way and that. I had the taste of blood and chocolate in my mouth, the one as hateful as the other.

The older I get, the more I can't stand violence and have a hard time with seeing people die in horrific ways. It gets harder and harder to watch and deal with that stuff.

Most people don't know that I have a huge phobia of bugs. It's gotten worse and worse over the years, but I just can't stand them! Even thinking about bugs makes me queasy.

I don't know if I actually am good at the sight of blood. An accident on the street gets me very, very upset.

I often close my eyes because I can't tolerate violence.

I'm not desensitized to death.

I couldn't even imagine kissing something.

I'm surprisingly squeamish.

I hate films. Films make me sick now, and if something makes me sick, I always back off.

I just don't believe in joking about violence anymore.

Gore, like blood and guts and stuff, I am fine. Suspense, I get super sensitive. I can't handle it.

Scenes of blood and cruelty are shocking to our ear and heart. What man has nerve to do, man has not nerve to hear.

I'm frightened of eggs, worse than frightened, they revolt me.

I'm a little funny when it comes to blood and guts and stuff like that.

There's something about me that makes a lot of people want to throw up.

We're a bit sensitive to blood around here. I'm sure you can understand that.

War doesn't mature men; it merely pickles them in the brine of disgust and dread.

No, this is throwing up like coming off the tilt-a-whirl at age seven, like discovering that dead rat under the porch, like finding out someone you loved never loved you at all.

A girl my age had been murdered in these woods and I'd seen her last terrified moments, watched her bleed to death in this forest. A life like mine had ended here, and it didn't matter how many times I'd seen deaths in movies, it wasn't the same, and I wasn't ever going to forget it.

I think culture is where things change in us deeply. But right now, I think that people are very traumatised. They are very scared. Having grown up in a house with a perpetrator who was violent every day and terrorising every day, I feel like that this country is suddenly very much like the house and the family I grew up in. Every day we are glued to our phones, glued to our television; "What is this psychopath going to do next? How will he embarrass us? Who will he bully or hurt or humiliate today? It's so easy to get locked into a syndrome where the perpetrator is ruling your life.

What I didn't say was that each time I picked up a German dictionary or a German book, the very sight of those dense, black, barbed-wire letters made my mind shut like a clam.

I was shaking all over, and it wasn't from the vampire. Memories have teeth, too.

I think about Old Nick carrying me into the truck, I'm dizzy like I'm going to fall down. "Scared is what you're feeling," says Ma, "but brave is what you're doing." "Huh?" "Scaredybrave." "Scave." Word sandwiches always make her laugh but I wasn't being funny.