Eve

“As the night wore on (phosphorescent in the streetlamps, violet city midnights that never quite faded to black) I turned from side to side, the low ceiling over the bunk pressing down on me so heavily that sometimes I woke convinced I was lying underneath the bed instead of on top of it.”
― Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch

“But history is a string full of knots, the best you can do is admire it, and maybe knot it up a bit more. History is a hammock for swinging and a game for playing.”
― Jeanette Winterson, Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit

“Dad, I said, you'll never build the Glass Castle.”
― Jeannette Walls, The Glass Castle

“For me, the watches of that long night passed in ghastly wakefulness; strained by dread: such dread as children only can feel.”
― Charlotte Brontë