Jessica

“She understood the nature of sin and knew that its most volatile form was the kind that did not recognize itself.”
― Pat Conroy, The Prince of Tides

“She entered the story knowing she would emerge from it feeling she had been immersed in the lives of others, in plots that stretched back twenty years, her body full of sentences and moments, as if awaking from sleep with a heaviness caused by unremembered dreams.”
― Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient

“Madame de Cintre's face had, to Newman's eye, a range of expression as delightfully vast as the wind-streaked, cloud-flecked distance on a Western prairie. But her mother's white, intense, respectable countenance, with its formal gaze, and its circumscribed smile, suggested a document signed and sealed; a thing of parchment, ink, and ruled lines.”
― Henry James, The American

“She pronounced each word carefully, as though she was tasting fruit. The words of her poems were a most private and fragrant orchard.”
― Pat Conroy, The Prince of Tides