Mayla Lemu

“Nothing touches me more than cracks in the armor and the person who reveals them.”
― Philippe Besson, Lie With Me

“In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“When love flies it is remembered not as love but as something else. Blessed are the uneducated, who forget it entirely, and are never conscious of folly or pruriency in the past, of long aimless conversations.”
― E.M. Forster, Maurice

“If they wanted to have time to read a book in the evenings, that was as important as any of Napoleon’s ambitions. Because what a triumph it was for any woman to have time for herself—and to be able to do something that benefitted her imagination alone.”
― Heather O'Neill, When We Lost Our Heads