Brooks Wehe

“He was determined to be the most touristy tourist who had ever touristed,”
― John Scalzi, The End of All Things

“Oh, I was lucky, you know, to get anyone. I was what they called an old bride of twenty-six. Of course I married him. Everyone needs to keep something private from their family.

Like a shutter in a rainstorm, banging against the window, I venture forth, retreat back, try afresh, retreat again. Nothing changes in my life and yet nothing is the same.

That did not help, Ed knew as the words hung between them and he had that all-too-familiar sensation of wanting to claw them from the air and stuff them back in his mouth.

We were all in small pieces that didn't fit together, too many countries, too many scars, too many secrets inside us.

How do you make a stranger so intimate when they could easily destroy you?”
― Tracy Chevalier, Reader, I Married Him: Original Stories by Acclaimed Women Writers Celebrating Charlotte Brontë's Jane Eyre

“That’s what I imagined, a giant game park with comfortable lodges and roads. At a minimum, roads. According to the website, there’d be “bush camping” involved, but I pictured lovely big tents with showers and flush toilets. I didn’t think I’d be paying for the privilege of squatting in the bushes.”
― Tess Gerritsen, Die Again

“Just a middle-age man with all the privilege that unasked for gift affords. When in truth it seems, we see suffering as the province of children, mothers, wives and lovers. Broken, struck by the hand of a man’s blind ambition, brutish strength. What of the gentle-man with the soft voice…”
― Peter B. Forster, More Than Love, A Husband's Tale