Jacob Fritts

“Whither be the heart of Justice?
            Lo, in stone, child. Lo, in stone.
            Whither be the heart of Justice?
            Lo, tis fast in stone.”
― K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

“I didn’t lose him. He’s not a set of keys, or an acorn”
― Sara Pascoe, Oswald the Almost Famous Opossum

“The film image of a dead child dressed in blood-red floating, Ophelia-like, in "Don’t Look Now" swam before her eyes. It must be some kind of diabolical threat!”
― Theasa Tuohy, Mademoiselle le Sleuth

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I loved it best in the winter, especially during what my father called the Harvest Moon, when the tide rises and recedes almost simultaneously.”
― Ashby Jones, The Little Bird