Sofia Ramos

“He was another knife I could feel it. A different sort, but a knife still. I did not care. I thought: give me the blade. Some things are worth spilling blood for.”
― Madeline Miller, Circe

“But in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. Such a constellation was he to me.”
― Madeline Miller, Circe

“We’re all ugly, Ryen. The only difference is, some hide it and some wear it.”
― Penelope Douglas, Punk 57

“He showed me his scars, and in return he let me pretend that I had none.”
― Madeline Miller, Circe