Matt

“(What if people really did that--sent their love through the mail to get rid of it? What would it be that they sent? A box of chocolates with centers like the yolks of turkeys' eggs. A mud doll with hollow eye sockets. A heap of roses slightly more fragrant than rotten. A package wrapped in bloody newspaper that nobody would want to open.)”
― Alice Munro

“His anger stirred her own and she suddenly thought she understood their problem: they were too polite, too constrained, too timorous, they went around each other on tiptoes, murmuring, whispering, deferring, agreeing. They barely knew each other and never could because of the blanket of companionable near-silence that smothered their differences and blinded them as much as it bound them.”
― Ian McEwan, On Chesil Beach

“How true it was that one needed to be seen by others to be sure of one's own existence.”
― A.S. Byatt, Possession

“We are a Faustian generation, my dear--we seek to know what we are maybe not designed (if we are designed) to be able to know.”
― A.S. Byatt, Possession