Tom Morton

“My God, how she cried out! How she started! How she tore herself out of my arms and rushed to meet him! I stood and looked at them, utterly crushed. But she had hardly given him her hand, had hardly flung herself into his arms, when she turned to me again, was beside me again in a flash, and before I knew where I was she threw both arms round my neck and gave me a warm, tender kiss. Then, without saying a word to me, she rushed back to him again, took his hand, and drew him after her.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, White Nights

“Asya, my grandmother said, don’t complicate the point. We named you after a whole continent and you’re filming a park.”
― Aysegül Savas, The Anthropologists

“Polly, she stabbed you with a fork today. She’s not giving you her baby.”
― Freida McFadden, The Crash

“If I woke in the night and heard footsteps in the hall, I would not immediately assume it was an ostrich. Why would I? Ostriches are things that happen to other people, far away, in countries more Serengeti-adjacent. If you want to tell me your saga of your encounter with an ostrich, I will listen appreciatively, but it’s just not something I worry about happening to me.”
― T. Kingfisher, What Feasts at Night