Bree

“There were three occasions Vars knew never to cross a sweet woman: when they were mad, which wasn’t often; when they were tired, which was far too often; or when they were hungry, which was a death sentence.”
― Ryan Cahill, The Blood that Burns the Winter Snow: A Tale from The Bound and The Broken

“I feel microorganisms everywhere—on the keys of my keyboard as I type, on my skin, in my mouth. Microbes challenge my very understanding of myself—what am “I,” in the end, if half of me isn’t me, and the half of me that isn’t me dictates some of “my” thinking and feeling? What does it mean to be a person whose consciousness, whose love and longing and fear, can be snuffed out by an overgrowth of bacteria that neither love nor long nor fear? How absurd that I can be murdered by that venomous little atom!”
― John Green, Everything Is Tuberculosis: The History and Persistence of Our Deadliest Infection

“I want you,” he says.”
― Kate Goldbeck, You, Again

“when you venture into the Garden, you must be willing to lose all that you love. understand those that stand in the way of the answers you seek”
― Tomi Adeyemi, The Garden