Sandra

“Just like whiskey, the marsh dwellers bootlegged their own laws-not like those burned onto stone tablets or inscribed on documents, but deeper ones, stamped in their genes. Ancient and natural, like those hatched from hawks and doves. When cornered, desperate or isolated, man reverts to those instinct that aim straight at survival. Quick and just. They will always be the trump card because they are passed on more frequently from one generation to the next than the gentler genes It is not a morality, but simple math. Among themselves doves fight as often as hawks.”
― Delia Owens, Where the Crawdads Sing

“Kya watched him gimp along the path, left leg swinging to the side, then forward. Her fingers knotted. Maybe they were all going to leave her, one by one down this lane. When he reached the road and unexpectedly looked back, she threw her hand up and waved hard. A shot to keep him tethered. Pa lifted an arm in a quick, dismissive salutation. But it was something. It was more than Ma had done.”
― Delia Owens, Where the Crawdads Sing

“Aeddan was nothing like this brother.
And, for some reason, that suddenly made it harder to keep on hating him for Mael's death. An accident? No, it hadn't exactly been that. The two of them had fought with every heated intention of ending the other. I knew the feeling-the red rage that descends in the middle of a fight, the blind driving need to kill, to win, at whatever cost. For Aeddan, the cost had been his own blood.”
― Lesley Livingston, The Defiant

“It's about getting to play baseball, period, she said. there are little girls out there, who would rather play baseball, instead of softball, and they're either discouraged-or outright not allowed to do it. People just want to be able to have fun, and play the game, without it being such a ridiculously big deal.”
― Ellen Emerson White, A Season of Daring Greatly