Bronwyn Linsner

“So our efforts led us to become those perfect objects of a sense whose nature nobody quite knew yet, and which later became perfect precisely through the perfection of its object, which was, in fact, us. I'm talking about sight, the eyes; only I had failed to foresee one thing: the eyes that finally opened to see us didn't belong to us but to others.”
― Italo Calvino, Cosmicomics

“She was a large, disordered woman, like a child's drawing that didn't stay within the lines.”
― Jeffrey Eugenides, The Marriage Plot

“It’s just like the one Scarlet had.” He flipped the gun in his palms, running his thumbs along the barrel. “She shot me in the arm once.”

This confession was said with as much tenderness as if Scarlet had given him a bouquet of wildflowers rather than a bullet wound.

Cress and the others traded sorrowful looks.”
― Marissa Meyer, Winter

“I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti”
― Thomas Harris, The Silence of the Lambs