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“So you don't go to church anymore?" she asks.
I don't like the idea of Thistle thinking that I believe in God. I wonder what the Bible says about cannibalism. Eat this, for it is my body.”
― Jack Heath, Hangman

“Thistle flashes a wicked smile. "Oh, you haven't heard that one? The government struck a bargain with a cannibal, and they use him to dispose of bodies after executions."
"Who told you that story" I ask, trying to sound casual.
"The supermax prisoners use it to scare each other up in Huntsville. Better watch your step or a man from the government will come and eat you." She shrugs. "It doesn't make much sense, but conspiracy theories never do."
"Right. It's probably bullshit."
Thistle laughs. "Probably?"
"Definitely bullshit," I clarify. Then I take another bite out of Nigel Boyd's thigh.”
― Jack Heath, Hangman

“Homeless people talk to themselves because nobody else will.”
― Jack Heath, Hangman

“I'm sorry," I say. "I hate feeling like I let you down."
"It's okay," she says. She puts her arm around my neck.
"In fact, I respect it. Celibacy must take a lot of willpower."
I think of all the times I've eaten someone and sworn I'll never do it again.”
― Jack Heath, Hangman

“In the same library book that taught me about Theia and how the moon was made, I read that Earth travels two hundred million miles around the sun between fall and spring.
Some people die without ever having left their hometown, and yet they could be ninety million miles from where they were born.
We're all just ants, riding a bus on a highway too long to comprehend.”
― Jack Heath, Hangman

“Thistle and I had the same start in life - rescued by police from the clutches of our dead parents. But she's become a smart, tough FBI agent who can learn a new song on the viola in only one week or two. I'm a poor, unemployed cannibal. Where did our worlds divide? Where did I go wrong?”
― Jack Heath, Hangman

“The illusion lasts only a moment. The man is nothing more than a reflection of me. Both a person and a monster.”
― Jack Heath, Hangman

“As an adult, Jared Carter shot his wife six times, then ran out of bullets. When the police showed up twenty minutes later, they found him on his knees on the kitchen floor, fist clenched around the barrel of the gun, striking her corpse with the butt over and over. It was as if he'd stored up every punch anyone had ever landed on him, and now he was letting them all out again.”
― Jack Heath, Hangman