Bree

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

“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

“Vera Wong Zhuzhu, age sixty, is a pig, but she really should have been born a rooster.”
― Jesse Q. Sutanto, Vera Wong's Unsolicited Advice for Murderers

“It’s odd, how quickly life can change, isn’t it? How one little thing like typing a letter can open a door you never saw. A transcendent connection. A divine threshold. But if there’s anything I can should say in this moment—when my heart is beating wildly in my chest and I would beg you to come and tame it—is this: your letters have been a light for me to follow. Your words? A sublime feast that fed me on days when I was starving.”
― Rebecca Ross, Divine Rivals