Best 34 quotes of Lauren Beukes on MyQuotes

Everyone lives three versions of themselves; a public life, a private life and a secret life.

Fashion is only different skins for different flavours of you.

I really wanted to believe that there were these magic celestial bodies that would direct my life, tell me what to do, and it turns out it's not stars, it's some bits of screwy DNA. I'm just meat with faulty programming.

It's hard to get justice in the real world. It's possible in fiction.

People don't want novelty - they want the reassurance of familiarity. No-one wants to be challenged, no-one wants to have their minds blown. There is an insatiable appetite for affirmation.

Shakespeare would have it wrong these days. It's not the world that's the stage - it's social media, where you're trying to put on a show. The rest of your life is rehearsals, prepping in the wings to be fabulous online.

She would disappear folded like origami into her own dreams

The biggest fairy tale is that justice works because it doesn't.

The future is not as loud as war, but it is relentless. It has a terrible fury all its own.

The problem with snapshots is that they replace actual memories. You lock down the moment and it becomes all there is of it.

There are only so many plots in the world. It's how they unfold that makes them interesting.

There are patterns because we try to find them. A desperate attempt at order because we can't face the terror that it might all be random.

Traffic in Joburg is like the democratic process. Every time you think it's going to get moving and take you somewhere, you hit another jam.

What I love about collaborating is that you're working with other minds that work differently to yours.

You have to get up pretty early in the morning to invent the news.

Dope don't have no sympathy, not for love or family, definitely not for fear. Put dope and the devil up against each other in the ring, and dope will win out. Every single time.

(…) everything is finite. Life. Love. All this.' (…) 'Sadness too. Although that's harder to let go of than happiness.

Explosions and fighting robots and shit. What’s that got to do with the heart?

Florrie smiles with unmoderated joy, because she can't see that most people bank their happiness like it's something you might run out of

Gabi had felt the same way. As if the universe had abruptly expanded, like opening up a map, in a way she wouldn't have believed was possible. Love. The real thing. Huge and hungry and savage.

He always thought a muse should be sex on legs.

I’d rather be a happy Hooters waitress than a depressed out-of-work actor.

I smile thinly, to make it clear that this will happen when hell turns into a family friendly summer resort.

Memory is curated. All this paraphernalia you collect to ward off forgetting

Next time, can you ask him to bring cookies? I don't like to put up with that level of insane unless there's some kind of high-calorie compensation.

Nothing is infinitely reducible. You can split an atom but you can't vaporize it. Stuff sticks around. It clings to you, even when it's broken.

She laughs, and that's really all he wanted.

She's even been practicing making out with the back of her hand. Which was about as effective as tickling yourself. It's why you needed other fingers, other tongues. Only other people can make you feel real.

The dream knows what they are waiting for, even if they don’t themselves. The end of everything. The moment when it reveals its miracle boy and all the eyes will look and their seeing will be horror and glory and wonder and it will pierce the skin of the world, collapse dimensions, and open the doors and the work will breathe and dance in his shoes and the dream will be able to escape.

This is my idea of family, actually, a sticky morass you can't chew your way out of.

Time heals. Crushes let up. Splinters work their way out. Doesn't mean they don't leave scars that itch.

Visibility limits your imagination of the ocean only as far as you can see, ten metres, fifteen at a stretch. But it's only in the utter black that you can feel the true scale, the volume and weight of that gaping unknowable drift between continents.

World needs more angels, even plywood ones.

you're deluding yourself that you have some deep spiritual connection, like you didn't just read it on Wikipedia. There's a difference between tradition and culture.