Amy

“Maybe, one day, we’ll bump into each other, in a checkout line or a quiet car lot, and we’ll smile like we didn’t shatter each other once— like we didn’t make an unholy mess of love. —Harriet Selina”
― Laura Dave, The First Time I Saw Him

“Late capitalism did its job of convincing Catherine that she was insufficient, an empty void, and thus needed to slowly fill that void with products that made her face smell like parsley or coconuts.”
― Madeline Cash, Lost Lambs

“What did it matter to wake up at the same time every morning and wear the same clothes and try to eat more protein but less sugar, when an earthquake or a tsunami or a bomb might end it all at any minute? Or maybe we would all continue to boil, slowly but surely, in the mess that we pretended was an acceptable place to live.”
― Aisling Rawle, The Compound

“knowing you has been like coming in from the cold, lonely road to find a warm fire and a table laid,”
― Virginia Evans, The Correspondent