Roxane Folkens

“Every day that passed, the young woman thought more and understood less”
― Sergio Cobo, A Story of Yesterday

“Reader — supposing this book has readers some day — I am not clever and I don't possess the vivid style, the living power, that is needed to describe this immense feeling of self-respect — no, of rehabilitation, or even a new life. This figurative baptism, this bath of cleanliness, this raising of me above filth I had sunk in, this way of bringing me overnight face to face with true responsibility, quite simply changed my whole being. I had been a convict, a man who could hear his chains even when he was free and who always felt that someone was watching over him; I had been all the things that had urged me to become a marked, evil man, dangerous at all times, superficially docile yet terribly dangerous when he broke out: but all this had vanished — disappeared as though by magic. Thank you Mr. Bowen, barrister in His Majesty's courts of law, thank you for having made another man of me in so short a time!”
― Henri Charrière, Papillon

“The woodland made it impossible to run in a straight line. She ran deeper, unsure of her bearing or when she might find civilization. Headlights ahead to the right preceded a drumming of tires on the pavement. The truck stopped. Sharnee altered her course toward the truck and screamed. Fifteen seconds later she pitched forward as if someone grabbed her ankle and threw her to the ground.”
― Steve Rush, Lethal Impulse

“He had been out among the dragons, he said, and he assured himself that they were not so hideous as he had imagined them. Also,”
― Stephen Crane, The Red Badge of Courage