Sleepless Bookworm

“This time could be different. This time it could last. Maybe it would be a longer, deeper love: a real and solid entity that lived in the house, used the bathroom, ate their food, mussed up the linens in sleep. A love that pulled her close when she cried, that slept with its chest pressed against her back.”
― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender

“Sunshine, if I ever disappear, please tell people that I ran after the Devil, trying to get my soul back.”
― April Genevieve Tucholke, Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea

“Love makes us such fools.”
― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender

“I may bring other women here, to this place, and I may tell them I love them, and make love to them. But they will be impostors. And I will be a ghost. Because it means I will have lost you. My body, my brain, my lungs, my stomach, my guts, legs, arms will be here but I won't be. I will be out there, looking for you. And if we meet somewhere, at a restaurant, or a party and I'm with someone, I want you to know that they are by my side only because you are not. And she will be beautiful. And I will be laughing and smiling and she will be laughing and smiling, but she will be laughing at a lie. Because all I will have done to that person is lie to them. All I will do to anyone else, forever, from this moment forward, anyone who isn't you, is lie. I have no choice.”
― Jez Butterworth, The River