Tennessee

“I am a loneliness savant.”
― Lemony Snicket, Poison for Breakfast

“Sam looked at her outstretched hand, which he knew as well as any hand except his own---the precise pattern of the lines that made up the grid of her palm, the slim fingers with the purplish veins at the knuckles, the particular creamy olive hue of her skin, her delicate wrist, pinkish, with a penumbral callus that must have come from Dov, the white gold bracelet she wore that he knew had been a gift from Freda on her twelfth birthday. How could she honestly think he wouldn't know about the handcuffs? He had spent hours sitting next to her, playing games and then making them, staring at her hands as her fingers flew across a keyboard or jabbed at a controller. Tell me I don't know you, Sam thought. Tell me I don't know you when I could draw both sides of this hand, your hand, from memory.”
― Gabrielle Zevin, Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow

“There is no purity in art. The process of how you arrive at something doesn’t matter at all.”
― Gabrielle Zevin, Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow

“If I were making up a story, I would have it gray and miserable outside, but it was sunny and miserable instead,”
― Lemony Snicket, Poison for Breakfast