Genesca Abramovitz

“Strike looked down at his own plate: where there should have been chips, there was only salad.”
― Robert Galbraith, The Ink Black Heart

“There was no such person as Mrs. Wayne Wilmot; there was only a shell containing the opinions of her friends, the picture post cards she had seen, the novels of country squires she had read; it was this that he had to address, this immateriality which could not hear him or answer, deaf and impersonal like a wad of cotton.”
― Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead

“God, I've missed you!" he said, and knew that he had, every day since he'd seen her last and most of all, perhaps on the days when he had not thought of her”
― Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead

“He experienced one of those moments of simultaneous confusion and clarity that belong to the drunk and the desperate.”
― Robert Galbraith, The Ink Black Heart