Leia Sedai

“Don’t Blame Me, I Voted for Titties.”
― Geraldine DeRuiter, If You Can't Take the Heat: Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury

“I’ll tell ya what,” Mr. McCall said, lips slick with beef marrow, “I wouldn’t mind taking a crack at the animal once they catch him.” This man was a Christian. Mrs. McCall stood with a trained smile. “Who wants coffee with dessert?” “Give me twenty minutes alone in a room with him,” Brian agreed, in a ravenous, juicy way that churned my stomach. This became something of a Rorschach test over the years. There were men who cracked their knuckles while divulging to me what they would do to The Defendant if they got the chance, thinking this was somehow reassuring for me to hear. But all it did was make me realize that there wasn’t so big a difference between the man who’d brutalized Denise and half the men I passed every day on the street.”
― Jessica Knoll, Bright Young Women

“the backdrop was black with flames—redolent of an open-fire grill, a Harley-Davidson logo, or Guy Fieri’s formal wear.”
― Geraldine DeRuiter, If You Can't Take the Heat: Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury

“You, my girl, are whoever you decide to be. But I hope you always keep some piece of that girl who sat by the window, hoping for the best. Life’s short enough without us talking ourselves out of hope and trying to dodge every bad feeling. Sometimes you have to push through the discomfort, instead of running.”
― Emily Henry, Funny Story