Shannon

“There are many different reasons why I paint, but without intending it I always recreate the same scene over and over again: a group of boys with outstretched arms, standing on the freezing mountain with two helicopters arriving from the valley. I paint them again and again, but what is most curious is that every time I paint them I count the boys, never knowing whether they are greeting the helicopters when they arrive or saying goodbye when they leave. I count them and I count them again, and with tears in my eyes I always discover that there are more than sixteen.”
― Pablo Vierci, La sociedad de la nieve

“I was so disappointed. It was not personal. It was not anything Jenna had done or hadn't done. I just wanted a little red-haired girl to match my boy and my wife with the flame-coloured hair. This was the picture in my mind, the image I had when I thought about my family. The real Jenna did not fit, because she looked like my mother instead of her own.”
― Samantha Downing, My Lovely Wife

“I didn't kill Gabriel. Gabriel killed me. All I did was pull the trigger.”
― Alex Michaelides, The Silent Patient

“Whenever I see news stories about children who were killed by their parents, I think: But how could it be? They cared enough to give this kid a name, they had a moment—at least one moment—when they sifted through all the possibilities and picked one specific name for their child, decided what they would call their baby. How could you kill something you cared enough to name?”
― Gillian Flynn, Dark Places