Greg Loucks

“She knows these things”
― V.E. Schwab, Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

“He hated trailer parks; trailer parks were the reason God invented tornadoes.”
― Carl Hiaasen, Double Whammy

“When someone mattered like that, you didn’t lose her at death. You lost her as you kept living.”
― Barbara Kingsolver, Unsheltered

“When I went to the store I always had to bring back a loaf of wax-papered bread for my mother, and sometimes a package of “Jiffy” Pie Crust, if they had any. My sister never had to: she had already discovered the advantages of being unreliable. As payment, and, I’m sure, as compensation for my unhappiness, my mother gave me a penny a trip, and when I had saved five of these pennies I bought my first Popsicle. Our mother had always refused to buy them for us, although she permitted ice-cream cones. She said there was something in Popsicles that was bad for you, and as I sat on the front steps of the store, licking down to the wooden stick, I kept looking for this thing. I visualized it as a sort of core, like the white fingernail-shaped part in a kernel of corn, but I couldn’t find anything.”
― Margaret Atwood, Dancing Girls