Alma

“I read, I wrote, I learned, and I fucked—it was a classic liberal arts education.”
― Chelsea G. Summers, A Certain Hunger

“(Protestant, after all, because my mother was fake French. She was, like a gilded Louis XIV chair in a despot's palace, a knockoff.)”
― Chelsea G. Summers, A Certain Hunger

“In a quick fit of anger she would go to the cupboard, and getting out her dolls would begin to torment them. She had always despised the idiotic creatures which, however, arrived with each Christmas and birthday.”
― Radclyffe Hall, The Well of Loneliness

“But presently, huddled beneath the blankets, the child would be soothed by a warm sense of safety, and her nerves would relax, while her body grew limp with the drowsy softness of bed. Then suddently a big and most comforting yawn, and another, and another, until darkness and Collins and tall clocks that menaced, and Stephen herself, were all blended and merged into something quite friendly, a harmonious whole, neither fearful or doubting-the blessed illusion we call sleep.”
― Radclyffe Hall, The Well of Loneliness