Sammy

“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

“The Italian would arrive at dusk, with a gardenia in his buttonhole,”
― Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

“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