Eliot Schrefer Quotes

“A little self-hatred keeps a person interesting”

— Eliot Schrefer

“Humans are animals, too, you know.”

— Eliot Schrefer

“... the primary trait of young adult literature is that the author's emphasis is on plot and character and not on his own brilliance. And because few people talk about whether a young adult work is commercial or literary; the two are still in sync, and everyone's benefitting.”

— Eliot Schrefer

“Luckily Rollan was more unflappable. He stepped forward, bravely brandishing his long dagger, however pathetic it looked compared to the teeth of Cabaro.”

— Eliot Schrefer

“A recent study showed they were our closest relatives, sharing 98.7% of our DNA.”

— Eliot Schrefer

“He did an excellent Tarik impression, bringing his voice low and softly accenting the ends of his sentences. Scrubber, his raccoon, flailed and squirmed on the ground, pretending to be Monte himself. It was a light moment in the”

— Eliot Schrefer

“I knew at least Banalia was dead; that had happened right in front of my eyes. They would either eat her now or smoke her body to sell the meat. It made my stomach turn
the DNA in that meat was almost 99 percent the same as human DNA; it was nearly cannibalism. But the men were hungry.”

— Eliot Schrefer

Prof stood apart from his family.

— Eliot Schrefer

“The smell coming off my flesh had gone from simple stinkiness to something weird and almost appetizing, close to sour-cream-and-onion potato chips.”

— Eliot Schrefer

“We didn't have the day-in, day-out knowledge of each other that most mothers and daughters have. It's not like she was a stranger; we had too much history for that. But at the same time, I couldn't say I knew her well. Or at least well enough to see her thoughts.”

— Eliot Schrefer

“You have to learn when to ignore suffering so that you're strong enough to fight it when the time is right.”

— Eliot Schrefer

“Since the bigger gorillas leave chimps only a fraction of the quantity of food bonobos get, each chimp must fight ferociously to survive, including killing other chimpanzees”

— Eliot Schrefer

“She positions herself on a stool in front of a giant washing machine, watching her garments twirl in flashing patterns of red and white on a sea of black. It subdues her, that clothes can be washed in Boston or Rome and look the same for it, that she can step on an airplane and be anywhere else in the civilized world within a day and wear the same clothes and be the same person. That the small realities stay knitted together!”

— Eliot Schrefer

“General Gar, the leader of the Conquerors, was waiting for them. The Devourer.”

— Eliot Schrefer

“As I finished the bed, thinking it looked surprisingly comfortable, a terrible black feeling came over me and I shuddered, aching at the sudden loneliness. I missed my new family.”

— Eliot Schrefer

“My feet hurt, I was light-headed with stress and bad meals, and the idea of perhaps eating real food and sitting in a chair
or even sleeping in a bed!
sounded like bliss.”

— Eliot Schrefer

“I have to tell you how nice that sound is. I haven't heard laughter in weeks.”

— Eliot Schrefer

Concrete can rot. It turns green and black before crumbling away.
Maybe only people from Congo know that.

— Eliot Schrefer

He murped, then went to the edge of the overgrowth and stood there agitatedly, waiting for me to follow, glaring at me like I was an idiot who didn't know how to take a hint.

— Eliot Schrefer

“But it had always been my mom's philosophy that the way we treat animals goes hand in hand with the way we treat people, and so she would dedicate her life to stopping men like this one, bushmeat traders hoping for sale”

— Eliot Schrefer

“He's extremely dehydrated and we'll need to get fluids into him as soon as possible if he's to have a hope of surviving”

— Eliot Schrefer

Superstition, she said. Soup with a bonobo finger in it is supposed to make a pregnant woman give birth to a strong baby. Putting another finger in the bathwater keeps the baby strong. "I hope the stupid polio", I said, and surprised myself by even sort of meaning it. I kissed the top of the bonobo's head. I imagined him in his crate, crying against the bars, someone lifting him out only to chop off a finger. Plunging him back into the crate, then pulling him out a few days later to take another ...

— Eliot Schrefer