Else Muether

“Life was about making sense out of the insensible. A ball of fire out of a clear blue sky? Must’ve been a meteorite, maybe debris from an airplane. Random flashes of light and color at night? A transformer blew up, you must’ve been dreaming, you’re talking crazy, quiet down, take your meds.”
― Alan Bradley, The Sixth Borough

“Dakota leaned forward with her face coated in mingled sperm and kissed the lips of the fourth man. In that kiss, there was an unspoken ‘thank you.”
― Rebecca Harlem, The Pink Cadillac

“When you call a ghetto a cordon, does it become a village?”
― Andri E. Elia, Borealis: A Worldmaker of Yand Novel

“I’d heard fiddle music, but I’d never known it could stab you like a thorn and make you like the sting of it. I’d never heard none that made you want to laugh and cry at the same time. Or made you see the sun coming up out of a big pool of water, while the frogs hollered from the wild onions growing along the banks and the speckled bass popped their tails in the shoal water and the mockingbirds sat in the tops of the cedars and sang like they do at daybreak.”
― Fred Gipson, Hound Dog Man