Lynntrovert

“She's good at her job, but the impulse to open her mouth and say something dreadful recurs and recurs. Not unlike the irrational desire to dash a contemplative silence to pieces or climb to some high place and jump, so it seems a compulsion born less of intent than of the simple fact of its own possibility. The fact that she could do it is more than enough. She reels it in, always. Reels herself in tight. Any minute now, she thinks, any second, I could crash this whole day into the wall.”
― Julia Armfield, Private Rites

“She is slumped at one end of the sofa and seems drunk in a way that doesn't suit her, like someone is impersonating her more or less accurately but with crucially fewer bones.”
― Julia Armfield, Private Rites

“His previous triangulation data informed him that they were come nigh unto the Kingdom of Heaven. Which Nietzschean compass indicated that God was dead ahead.”
― Adrian Tchaikovsky, Service Model

“She thinks, for a split second, about her mother and then stops before the thought can get up and walk around, start doing real damage.”
― Julia Armfield, Private Rites