Tink

“When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don't seem to matter very much, do they?”
― Virginia Woolf

“You did not let me keep my name, so I will strip you of yours. In this world you are what I say you are, and I say you are a ghost, a long night's fever dream that I have finally woken up from. I say you are the smoke-wisp memory of a flame, thawing ice suffering under an early spring sun, a chalk ledger of depts being wiped clean. I say you do not have a name.”
― S.T. Gibson, A Dowry of Blood

“You liked me best when I was like an oil painting; perfectly arranged and silent.”
― S.T. Gibson, A Dowry of Blood

“She'd laughed, and if he could have bottled the sound and gotten drunk on it every night, he would have. It terrified him.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows