Britt

“I’d like to run away, to flee from what I know, from what is mine, from what I love. I want to set off, not for some impossible Indies or for the great islands that lie far to the south of all other lands, but for anywhere, be it village or desert, that has the virtue of not being here. What I want is not to see these faces, this daily round of days. I want a rest from, to be other than, my habitual pretending. I want to feel the approach of sleep as if it were a promise of life, not rest. A hut by the sea, even a cave on a rugged mountain ledge, would be enough. Unfortunately, my will alone cannot give me that.”
― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

“Sylvia could reject her in every way—she could drain all the blood from Aster’s body in one long drink—and Aster would forgive her. Aster could die and she’d haunt Sylvia as a ghost, holding her hand wherever she went without her even knowing.”
― Valerie Hunter, The Girl Who Bit Me

“Darling, you define my tastes,” Sylvia muttered quietly, and quickly, so that she didn’t have to register it on her own ears. “You are the most infuriatingly gorgeous creature on Earth. It is torture not to press you against the walls of most restaurants and bars and opera halls.”
― Valerie Hunter, The Girl Who Bit Me