Meg

“He came. He left. Nothing else had changed. I had not changed. The world hadn't changed. Yet nothing would be the same. All that remains is dreammaking and strange remembrance.”
― André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name

“I can wade through the dark, but I can only see as far as the guttering candle allows me.”
― Craig Silvey, Jasper Jones

“It was only later that I suffocated under the weight of his arguments, and his darker thoughts articulated. It was only later that our tongues produced landslides, that we became caught in the cracks between what we said and what we meant, until we could not find each other, did not trust the words in our own mouths.”
― Hannah Kent, Burial Rites

“In reading he found solitude. In reading he could dispel the blare of the world.”
― Christos Tsiolkas, Barracuda