S. Hurley

“I wanted them to see perfection. I ached for it in the deep, dark core of me: to be so good I left other people in the dust.”
― Ashley Winstead, In My Dreams I Hold a Knife

“Has there always been someone like me to bury the bodies, to have regrets, to carry on after everyone else was dead?”
― Jeff VanderMeer, Annihilation

“We're talking about the novel, right? But maybe we're not. We're talking about ourselves. And I guess that's what can start to happen when you talk about a book.”
― Meg Wolitzer, Belzhar

“Do you know what I love most about humans, pet? It’s our utter dogged stupidity. When it comes to love we never learn. Ever. Even when we know the risks. Even when it makes much more sense to relocate to individualized climate-controlled caves, where our hearts have at least a fighting chance at remaining intact. We know the risks of opening our hearts up. And yet we keep doing it anyway. We keep falling in love and having babies and buying shoes that look incredible but feel like death. We keep adopting puppies and making friends and buying white sofas that we know we’re going to drop a slice of pizza facedown on. We just keep doing it. Is it ignorance? Amnesia? Or is it something else? Something braver?”
― Jenna Evans Welch, Love & Luck