“So many gone and never found and no one ever charged. […] The girls outnumbered the boys fifty to one. They varied in appearance but were one and the same. Young. Mostly too young to realize they were birthmarked with targets that only boldened with time, invisible to begin with, taking shape though formative years and burning red hot through puberty and into their teens.”
“I carried my legs all the way to the end of the planet where everything falls except the memory of you.”
Source: La película que nunca vimos
“If he sent her on her way, her mission would have been a failure. He looked at her long legs. He shook her hand, holding it a second too long.”
Source: Strangers and Sojourners: A Big Percy Pletcher thriller
“Pletcher went out to Ethyl, who was still sitting in the weather, water droplets on her dense coat blinking in the hazy light like sea sparkle in the night off Bimini.”
Source: Strangers and Sojourners: A Big Percy Pletcher thriller
“Desiderium, n. an ardent desire for something lost.”
Source: When the World Tips Over
“Courage doesn’t erase fear — it gives us the strength to move forward in spite of it.”
Source: Fool for Thought: Reflections on Life, Identity, and Open-Mindedness
“Save yourself!" says the soapbox preacher, and that's what the SYXTEM says too.
You know what I say?
Forget saving yourself.
Forget saving anyone.
Love your friends. Love your family. Love your enemies, too.
And when they're gone?
Love the dead.”
Source: Riot Act
“I realized quickly, no matter how tightly I hugged my mother’s sweaters hanging in the coat closet in the hallway, breathing deep into the neck to catch her lavender scent, it
wasn’t enough. She was not here. Objects can never truly capture the whole essence of the person.”
Source: The Rack: Stories Inspired By Vintage Horror Paperbacks
“The graveyards of our lives are filled with things that should have never died because we gave birth to an arrogance that should have never lived.”
“Hiraeth, of course, is a long field with four corners: incompleteness, memory, imagination, and love. It all starts with love.”
Source: The Long Field: Wales and the Presence of Absence, a Memoir