Maggie

“A centuries-old song from back when Isora and me weren't friends yet, even though it was our destiny, because if there was one thing I knew it was that me and Isora were made the way things that are born to live and die together are made...”
― Andrea Abreu López, Dogs of Summer: A Novel

“We are confronted by an interesting phenomenon: a literary hero losing gradually contact with the book that bore him; leaving his fatherland, leaving his creator’s desk and roaming space after roaming Spain. In result, Don Quixote is greater today than he was in Cervantes’s womb. He has ridden for three hundred and fifty years through the jungles and tundras of human thought—and he has gained in vitality and stature. We do not laugh at him any longer. His blazon is pity, his banner is beauty. He stands for everything that is gentle, forlorn, pure, unselfish, and gallant. The parody has become a paragon.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Lectures on Don Quixote

“The ghost bird had found his ghost, on an inexplicable pile of other ghosts.”
― Jeff VanderMeer, Annihilation

“I love money. Money is great. Money is energy. But like any energy, it can turn destructive. You shouldn’t hoard it. Because it corrodes anything it touches for too long.”
― Ram Murali, Death in the Air