"For most people, watching a movie is just a simple hobby, a fun pastime to do occasionally. But for me, it always been and will be more than that. It is what connects me to my dad."
"A couple of months ago, I was digging through my nana’s photo collection . . . I found this beat up, stained, and wrinkled picture of this most powerful and gloriously bright women that looked familiar and yet distant to my memories . . . She was a piece of me that I am and a part of me that I wish to become. "
"Long before I was old enough to stomach them myself, I could regurgitate comprehensive summaries and character analyses of the originals and the remakes, Hitchcock and James Wan and Wes Craven, enumerate all of Paris Hilton’s fatal snafus, compare and contrast a low-budget slasher with a titanic studio blockbuster. " A story of a family, grief, and horror films.
"I’ve replayed in my mind Suzanne’s death. I wasn’t there, and the details as they’ve been told to me get conflated, but that doesn’t stop me from seeing them over and over again."
"My mom doesn’t understand heartbreak because she’s never had her heart broken. She’s always been the one to break hearts, the one to close the door on people, the one to say goodbye."
"My uncle said he was fine with me writing a biography of him, but in an email, he wrote, “Any biography of me would be fiction. Even if I were to write it myself! I don't know me that well!'”
"maybe because she was raised poor, / maybe because for the first decade of her life / mao ripped away her / expression, her roses, identity– / brainwashed, is the word she uses now, but // my mother keeps everything"