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Bernhard Schlink
“I don’t know where I found the courage to go back to Frau Schmitz. Did my moral upbringing somehow turn against itself? If looking at someone with desire was as bad as satisfying the desire, if having an active fantasy was as bad as the act you were fantasizing—then why not the satisfaction and the act itself? As the days went on, I discovered that I couldn’t stop thinking sinful thoughts. In which case I also wanted the sin itself.”
Bernhard Schlink, The Reader

Emery Lord
“Beginning again gets easier with each step.”
Emery Lord, The Start of Me and You

Sylvia Plath
“Let's face it: I'm scared, scared and frozen.”
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

Sylvia Plath
“It all flowed over me with a screaming ache of pain...remember, remember, this is now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I've taken for granted.”
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

Erika L. Sánchez
“I want too much out of life. I want to take it in my hands and squeeze and twist as much as I can from it. And it's never enough.”
Erika L. Sánchez

Agatha Christie
“Megan was a tall awkward girl, and although she was actually twenty, she looked more like a schoolgirlish sixteen. She had a shock of untidy brown hair, hazel green eyes, a thin bony face, and an unexpected charming one-sided smile. Her clothes were drab and unattractive and she usually had on lisle thread stockings with holes in them.”
Agatha Christie, The Moving Finger

Mary Westmacott
“Against that background Vernon saw his mother—saw her for the first time—a magnificent woman with white skin and red gold hair—a being like the pictures in his fairy book, saw her suddenly as something wonderful and beautiful. He was never to forget that strange moment. She was his mother and she was beautiful and he loved her. Something hurt him inside, like a pain—only it wasn’t a pain. And there was a queer booming noise inside his head—a thundering noise that ended up high and sweet like a bird’s note. Altogether a very wonderful moment.”
Mary Westmacott, Giant's Bread