Cows Quotes

“Our hearts are only two pounds, not much room for love.”
― Matthew Stokoe, COWS

“Fuck no, that stuff just comes from food. The real poison comes out of your head. All your fuck-ups and sadnesses and fears drop down like some sort of brainshit into your guts and build up there. That's what really fucks you up. I told you before.”
― Matthew Stokoe, COWS

“The voice called his name again and it came through a lot of throat. Steven twisted quickly on his stool.
Just a white wall and, down near the floor, the ventilation grille. Then movement behind the grille and Steven was on his knees, peering through it, pressing his face against the mesh. In there, in the shadows beyond the spill of light from the hall, the outline of an anvil-shaped head swayed gently.
Two eyes blinked limpidly, insolent in their slowness. A dark mass moved forward into the light.
“That Cripps man is going to fuck you up, dude.”
It was a cow. Most of the body was below floor level but Steven could tell it was a full grown animal. A sienna Guernsey. He looked closely at the flawless sandy curves of forehead and cheek, at the chocolate darkening of the mouth and nostrils, at the badger rings around the eyes. For an absurd second he thought that if he looked hard enough at it the thing might phase back into his head and disappear.
But it was real and it stayed.
“What … ?”
“Yeah, I’m a cow, man. Touch me.”
Steven stuck his fingers through the grille. The cow was a cow, warm and solid.”
― Matthew Stokoe, Cows

“He was adrift in their world, unsure of his significance, and to open himself to a point where conversation could take place would only have revealed how unlike them he was. Cripps”
― Matthew Stokoe, COWS

“The Guernsey’s eyes were deep and brown and Steven knew that the curl of its lips was a small cow smile.”
― Matthew Stokoe, Cows

“I am not teaching you to destroy men, but to become like them.”
― Matthew Stokoe, COWS

“She would need someone to cling to , someone to absorb and deaden the impacting horror of her sentence. And to justify this dependence she would have to call it love”
― Matthew Stokoe, Cows

“Until he was destroyed by an unbearable level of contact with a world he longed for but was unable to enter”
― Matthew Stokoe, Cows

“And to justify this dependence she would have to call it love.”
― Matthew Stokoe, COWS

“Yeah, I'm a cow, man. Touch me.”
― Matthew Stokoe, Cows

“He was adrift in their world, unsure of his significance, and to open himself to a point where conversation could take place would only have revealed how unlike them he was.”
― Matthew Stokoe, COWS

“Meat doesn't have the brains. It just works till it dies or until someone cuts it up.”
― Matthew Stokoe, COWS

“where the air was guilty with knowledge of the killing out back,”
― Matthew Stokoe, COWS

“Yeah, I'm a cow, man. Can you handle it?”
― Matthew Stokoe, Cows

“From the second she had squirted him from her cunt they had loathed each other.”
― Matthew Stokoe, COWS

“The cows kept coming, and each one took something from him; shavings of sensitivity, perception, care. He was being robbed, violated. One of the few parts of himself he wanted to keep was being cauterised into hard scar tissue.”
― Matthew Stokoe, COWS

“Killing is an act of self-realisation, it shows a man the truth of his power. And when you know this, boy, the pettiness they try to shackle us with falls away like shit.”
― Matthew Stokoe, COWS

“The only thing I saw up close was the heart. They weigh six pounds, you know. It was still beating when I held it, like it was trying to suck something in. But it stopped in the end." Lucy looked suddenly tired. "Our hearts are only two pounds, not much room for love.”
― Matthew Stokoe, COWS

“The heart wanted them to live and it cheered on its team with the unshakeable, endlessly enduring love of TV parents.”
― Matthew Stokoe, COWS

“She would be the mother, the lover, the hook on which to hang his plagiarized blue-print for living.”
― Matthew Stokoe, Cows

“His head, though, was greedy for change and, not knowing the correct path to take, but unable to pass up a chance at happiness, slipped into neutral and waited for the decision to be made for it.”
― Matthew Stokoe, COWS

“There had been no love there, upstairs tonight, but it would come - Lucy would force it into being. She had no choice. She would never find her black lumps of poison or cut them out, and like Steven she would never be part of the world. In time, when she realised this, she would need someone to cling to, someone to absorb and deaden the impacting horror of her sentence. And to justify this dependence she would have to call it love.”
― Matthew Stokoe, Cows

“There were couples, too, together on the slashed seats, and they were the most densely coloured of all. Their belonging, their completeness, pushed them out from the background of safety glass and pressed steel, up so close to Steven that he could feel the flow of love between them. These were the ones whose lives got shown on TV. They knew the secrets of the game and they played and never considered losing.”
― Matthew Stokoe, Cows