Yolanda

“I”
― Fred Gipson, Old Yeller

“She couldn’t have done it. It wasn’t possible. Something sticky covered her lips. She rubbed at it and pulled her hands away. Something dark, congealed and clinging, covered them. It wasn’t only on her hands either. It was on her breasts as well. And her belly. It had left streaks down her legs. And matted the hair around her sex.”
― John Patrick Kennedy, Princess Dracula

“Gossip is like thread wound over a spindle of truth, changing its shape.”
― K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

“Her voice was trained, supple as leather, precise as a knife thrower's blade. Singing or talking, it had the same graceful quality, and an accent I thought at first was English, but then realized was the old-fashioned American of a thirties movie, a person who could get away with saying 'grand.' Too classic, they told her when she went out on auditions. It didn't mean old. It meant too beautiful for the times, when anything that lasted longer than six months was considered passe. I loved to listen to her sing, or tell me stories about her childhood in suburban Connecticut, it sounded like heaven.”
― Janet Fitch, White Oleander