Charlie

“But it’s not your world. I was fingerpainting and flicking through my dad’s art books while you slurped back cornflakes with a silver spoon.”
I shook my head. “That’s bullshit.”
“Oh?” She grinned.
“I hate cornflakes. And I don’t slurp.”
― J.J. Sorel, A Taste of Peace

“Fringe winds from Hurricane Lori rushed in, carrying dust and debris. It blew through the highceilinged, chandeliered lobby and back into the wide open doors of the elegant and intimate dining room. White linen tablecloths fluttered and napkins flew in the air, sending plates and silverware crashing to the floor.”
― Behcet Kaya, Murder on the Naval Base

“I just wanted to hear you beg. You’re almost as pitiful as those useless bodies on the floor.”
― Marie Montine, Mourning Grey: Part Two

“I suppose we choose whatever life we feel safest in;”
― Michael Ondaatje, Warlight