“My dad was never one of those dads you could ask for a quarter if you saw a gumball machine. Instead he had one of those black American Express cards not available to general public. Gumball machines didn’t have slots for those.”
― S.A. Bodeen, The Compound (pg 60)
“T.S Elliot was wrong. My world ended with a bang the minute we entered the Compound and the silver door closed behind us.
The sound was brutal.
Final.”
― S.A. Bodeen, The Compound (pg 1)
“I would have rather had a dad with change jingling in his pocket; one who would have spent the last forty minutes of the world raking leaves for his kids to jump in, so that they perished in one loud, bright instant, giggles still bubbling up from their bellies, never suspecting a thing.
Yeah, well. Tough luck, rich boy.”
― S.A. Bodeen, The Compound (pg 62)
"That dosent explain the rest of it. The food, the babies, God, the cloning?"
"That was merely a matter of seeing how far you would all go to survive. "
― S.A. Bodeen, The Compound (pg 171)
― S.A. Bodeen, The Compound (pg 60)
“T.S Elliot was wrong. My world ended with a bang the minute we entered the Compound and the silver door closed behind us.
The sound was brutal.
Final.”
― S.A. Bodeen, The Compound (pg 1)
“I would have rather had a dad with change jingling in his pocket; one who would have spent the last forty minutes of the world raking leaves for his kids to jump in, so that they perished in one loud, bright instant, giggles still bubbling up from their bellies, never suspecting a thing.
Yeah, well. Tough luck, rich boy.”
― S.A. Bodeen, The Compound (pg 62)
"That dosent explain the rest of it. The food, the babies, God, the cloning?"
"That was merely a matter of seeing how far you would all go to survive. "
― S.A. Bodeen, The Compound (pg 171)