Emerald Pitcavage

“She reached the door to the forbidden room. The door with the light escaping through the cracks. Her hands shook. Her eyes watered from the pull. She panted, her chest visibly moving in and out. Her teeth clenched. She switched off the flashlight, turned the knob, and pushed. ”
― Chad Boudreaux, Homecoming Queen: A Small-Town Political Thriller

“So. Avelaval. My leaves have drifted from me. All. But one clings still. I'll bear it on me. To remind me of. Lff! So soft this morning, ours. Yes. Carry me along, taddy, like you done through the toy fair! If I seen him bearing down on me now under whitespread wings like he'd come from Arkangels, I sink I'd die down over his feet, humbly dumbly, only to washup. Yes, tid. There's where. First. We pass through grass behush the bush to. Whish! A gull. Gulls. Far calls. Coming, far! End here. Us then. Finn, again! Take. Bussoftlhee, mememormee! Till thousendsthee. Lps. The keys to. Given! A way a lone a last a loved a long the—riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs.”
― James Joyce, Finnegans Wake

“Closed curtains subdued the storm noises, as if the cloth and glass really were a protective shell for Holywell.”
― Susan Rowland, The Swan Lake Murders

“I live in an ecotone. Employment must coexist with goofing off. Responsibility must coexist with irresponsibility.”
― Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe