Opal Rydell

“The rain comes through their thin cotton clothes against their muscles. Alice sweeps back her wet hair. A sudden flinging of sheet lighting and Clara sees Alice subliminal in movement almost rising up into the air, shirt removed, so her body can meet the rain, the rest of her ascent lost to darkness till the next brief flutter of light when they hold a birch tree in their clasped hands, lean back and swing within the rain.
They crawl delirious together in the blackness. There is no moon. There is the moon flower in its small power of accuracy, like a compass, pointing to where the moon is, so they can bay towards its absence.”
― Michael Ondaatje, In the Skin of a Lion

“Nismo mnogo kupovali, ali smo štošta znali. Moj otac je posjedovao zaraznu radoznalost prema tekućim događajima, povijesti, pa i našim životima. Odrastajući, shvatio sam da postoje dva tipa obitelji:
1. One kojima treba rječnik da dovrše večeru.
2. One kojima to ne treba.
Mi smo pripadali prvoj grupi. Gotovo svake večeri zbog nečega smo morali konzultirati riječnik, koji se nalazio na polici nekoliko koraka od stola. — Ako imaš kakvo pitanje - govorili su moji - onda potraži odgovor.”
― Randy Pausch, The Last Lecture

“Aha. The mom doesn’t know. She’s fishing. This next part has to be just right, or I’m blacklisted by the mother and hated by the daughter. The first would be an inconvenience; the second would be a tragedy.”
― Andrew Clements, Things Not Seen

“She learned the intricacy of loneliness: the horror of color, the roar of soundlessness and the menace of familiar objects lying still.”
― Toni Morrison, A Mercy