Marcos Getzlaff

“This evening I spied her in the back orchard. I decided to sacrifice one of my better old shirts and carried it out to her. The weather’s been warm of late. Buds on the apple trees are ready to burst. Usually by this time of the year, at that time of day, the back orchard is full of screaming children. Damut’s boys were the only two. They were on the terrace below her, running through the slanted sunlight, chasing each other around tree trunks. She stood above them, like a merlin watching rabbits play.”
― K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

“But how shall I tell you all these things," he said, the line of his mouth twisting. "And then say to you -- it is only you I have ever loved? How should you believe me?"
The question hung in the air between us, shimmering like the reflection from the water below.
"If you say it,” I said, “I’ll believe you.” .....
"Only you,” he said, so softly I could barely hear him. “To worship ye with my body, give ye all the service of my hands. To give ye my name, and all my heart and soul with it. Only you. Because ye will not let me lie—and yet ye love me.”
I did touch him then.
"Jamie,” I said softly, and laid my hand on his arm. “You aren’t alone anymore.”
― Diana Gabaldon, Voyager

“It's only in my head, the madness. And there's no way of knowing if all this is going on in everyone else's head too without exposing myself, and I'd rather be insane and on the loose than locked up in a hospital.”
― Sara Pascoe, Weirdo

“هناك أسئلة تحمل نفها ضمنها ببساطة وبمجرد أن يتم طرحها. وهناك رجاء يتضح عدم جدواه التام بمجرد نطقه.”
― Patrick Süskind, The Pigeon