Stephanie

“The ocean is so cold. I-Isn’t there supposed to be shrinkage?” “I promise you, it has shrunk a great deal.” Darla jolts. “You mean, it’s usually b-bigger than that?” “Quite.” “Oh lord.” She physically shakes herself,”
― Jessa Kane, Moby

“Goodness! Can one really only enjoy talking to oneself?”
― Jacqueline Harpman, Orlanda

“Perhaps you need a Daddy for some things. Like keeping away unworthy boys and making sure this little mouth gets kissed right.” “That’s what you’re doing,” she breathes, awed. “Then maybe I’m Daddy from now on.”
― Jessa Kane, Moby

“awaken and perhaps I no longer know who I am nor who is asleep beside me, so I quickly invent a name, a story in which to pour my anguish. I construct an identity, but how can I be sure that today’s is truly the same as yesterday’s, or that the world exists? Are we sleeping gods who do not know that we are dreaming, each of us constantly creating the world?”
― Jacqueline Harpman, Orlanda