…you’re dazzling. I’m dazzled, I’m upside down and inside out and…God, Vivian. I don’t know what to say. There aren’t words. I just want to crawl back under the blanket and spend my life doing that with you. And everything else we did today (Beatriz Williams, The Secret Life of Violet Grant)
Sometimes we need to feel bad to know what it’s like to feel good… (Nitra Gipson, The Real Verdict: My Quest for the Freedom I Never Had)
I grew up in Greenwich Village. Dad was friends with John Lennon and Yoko Ono (Yancy Butler)
I was not weak; I did not cry. But it hurt me, more in a kind of refreshing, thrilling way, than a kind of pain that would cripple me and send me away crying. My fingernails dug into the palms of my hands, and my teeth bit into my lips, my knees were locked, but I could not faint (Alysha Speer, Sharden)
All the better to bite you, my dear! – Mari Mancusi, Once Upon A Vampire
It can happen sometimes, with those who brood on an injustice, that a taste for revenge can usefully combine with a sense of obligation (Ian McEwan, Amsterdam)
(She) could have read for hours, except that recently she had discovered holes and crevices between the words which she immediately had to fill with her own ideas until she was fed up with patching up the makeshift constructs (Gerhard Amanshauser)
God wanted him to go to Him with his deepest needs, to stop looking elsewhere, so that he could be made whole again (Jody Hedlund, Hearts Made Whole)
When my father first took me to Ennis Library I went down among the shelves and felt company, not only the company of writers, but the readers too, because they had lifted and opened and read these books. The books were worn in a way they can only get worn by hands and eyes and minds – Niall Williams, History of the Rain
You are hurrying to the sweet place, To the nonsense chasing your spirit And in the nonsense you look for answers (Dejan Stojanovic, Circling: 1978-1987)