Sammy

“Instead of going for my arms, he twists, grabbing ahold of the backs of my thighs so I lose my leverage and our bodies careen into a roll. He comes out on top. Of course he does.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Amaranta went into the kitchen and put her hand into the coals of the stove until it hurt her so much that she felt no more pain but instead smelled the pestilence of her own singed flesh.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

“Don’t be simple, Crespi.” She smiled. “I wouldn’t marry you even if I were dead.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

“I was born a son of a bitch and I’m going to die a son of a bitch.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude