Tracy Stone

“They are so young, they forget that the world is not as in love with them as they are.”
― Ann-Marie MacDonald, Fall on Your Knees

“What does this all look like when everyone gets older? When does this stop being fun?”
― Anna Wiener, Uncanny Valley

“I was rippling gold. My breasts were bare and my nipples flashed and winked. Diamonds tipped them. I could walk through panes of glass. I could walk through windows. She was at my feet, swallowing the glass after each step I took. I broke through another and another. The glass she swallowed ground and cut until her starved insides were only a subtle dust. She coughed. She coughed a cloud of dust. And then she was only a black rag that flapped off, snagged in bob wire, hung there for an age, and finally rotted into the breeze.”
― Louise Erdrich, Love Medicine

“Sandalwood - She recognized sandalwood. That was their mother's jewelry box, that smell. They used to take turns pushing their face into it and breathing deep. Cinnamon, and something else: floral, but not sweet. Darkly intoxicating, what black roses would smell like.”
― Annabel Lyon, Consent