Haille

“Heaven was life, not death. Heaven was a woman holding your head in the crook of her arm and looking down at you. Heaven was a warm hand on your cheek and the smell of soup with garlic on the fire.”
― Christopher Buehlman, Between Two Fires

“Can't you see you're incapable of thinking for yourself? The only thing you do is follow the norms imposed on you. Can't you see that this whole thing is a superficial act? Are you even capable of feeling something, really feeling it? I mean, have you ever cared about Dad?”
― Agustina Bazterrica, Tender Is the Flesh

“They stand in each other’s arms, already naked and so alive. They glow in the dark like the white flowers, like allegorical statues in a midnight garden. Youth. Love. Stupidity. Lust.”
― Anne de Marcken, It Lasts Forever and Then It's Over

“We wanted more of each other and more life. We were adding on a baby to the house of our love. Like a sunroom, but made of wonder and fear and time and denial. It was the future. We pictured ourselves living there. All the imaginary firsts and the world going on as if it weren't already too late.”
― Anne de Marcken, It Lasts Forever and Then It's Over