Charlsie

“Ви часом не біля річки живете? Сподіваюсь, що так. Адже що ближче до плинної води живе людина, то приємніший характер має.”
― Mary Ann Shaffer, The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society

“What seemed at first like an act of incandescent self-destruction turned out to be the onramp to a bleak treadmill, one that felt designed to eradicate my personality and identity. It didn’t end my self-recrimination and misery. Instead, it illustrated just how good I’d had it living on the street.”
― Alan Bradley, The Sixth Borough

“Footfalls in the hallway, outside the door, alerted Audun to the fact that they had company. The steps were light, a woman’s step, Audun suddenly thought. A moment later the woman entered the room. Her light brown hair was tinged with grey, and the rich black velvet gown she wore spoke to her status. The hazel eyes swept the room. In that instant Audun knew with certainty the identity of his visitor.
“Good morning, grandmother. Have you come to offer me my crown?”
Robert Reid – The Son”
― Robert Reid, The Son

“She was aware of how much she was degrading herself. Yet at the same time, she had no motivation to care.”
― Cade Mengler, The Companions