“Questa è una storia di gente perduta. Non morta o scomparsa, di gente persa. A volte perdere una persona è facile come perdere un bottone. È prezioso, dai per scontato che sia sempre lì, poi ti impigli in qualcosa, o un filo si allenta o si logora, e – senza manco accorgertene, così da un momento all’altro – il bottone non c’è più. Capita così, a volte, anche con le persone. Ti volti e non ci sono più.”
Source: Istanzias - Racconti attorno al fuoco
“Wren missed her mother most at times like these, when she felt powerless and had no idea what to do. She looked at her hands as if an answer were written upon them.”
Source: Shark Heart
“Wren was disgusted with herself and then devastated. His work could no longer be discovered. She had lost him all over again.”
Source: Shark Heart
“And I am still mad. So mad. I can starve it, avoid it, rationalize it, manage it, talk about it in therapy, and eat it up in neat little points value. No matter how much weight I lose, I will never lose this one simple truth: I want my mom. I am so f***ing mad that she's gone. And that feeling will never, ever die.”
Source: The Dead Moms Club: A Memoir about Death, Grief, and Surviving the Mother of All Losses
“Many times, you will not get an easy victory, but if you persistently go on your knees, you will get victory.”
Source: A Manual for Victory
“In the new darkness, I see Beau's lingering smile after he kissed me. Dom's slow, shocked pride when I delivered the weapons. Jasper's dark beauty as I curled up at his feet. Jaykob's smirk as he fucked me. Lucky's laughter as we fled Dom's room with a bazooka.”
Source: Entangled
“I should have kissed him then. Kissed all of them. A thousand times, or maybe a million. It was only such a short time, but I could have kissed them more.”
Source: Entangled
“wondering and wandering
i have learned is better in fiction.”
Source: Lazarus Rises: Amongst other things
“But like all things, the storms do pass.”
Source: Supernova
“Although he could barely hold the weight of a hardback book, he couldn't abide paperbacks. Only a hardcover felt protective enough for the valuable words inside keeping them safe from harm. Now that he felt so unprotected himself, with Time and Death gnawing at his every extremity, he wanted security at least for the words that acted as his companion for this brief time.”
Source: The Door-to-Door Bookstore