She discovers what excites and pleases her, while being abused and humiliated. We sit in the cinema thinking: that’s exactly what growing up was like!
“Next time, bring your wife. I’d love to have you both for dinner.”
I think Uncle Jack sees you as a fragile little teacup.
…women cannibals emerge from their niches in myth and fairy tale to stand their ground, glorying in their power
“What’s weird is when you go to church and they make you eat Christ’s body and drink his blood.”
“… degenerated into the lowest form of human life: cannibalism!”
The history of the world, my love, is those below serving those up above! How gratifying for once to know, that those above will serve those down below!
It seems safer in there than it does out here.
You’re never alone if you’re a wendigo cannibal.
“tired of eating human flesh”