Henry

“I turned and looked at her from my bedroom door. She was standing on the moon and if I responded I would be on the moon too, right next to her.”
― Miranda July, The First Bad Man

“She a nice lady ol auntie … but ol moms was somethin else, she really somethin else. Harrys eyes were closed and he was leanin back remembering how his mother always protected him from the cold wind in the winter when he was a kid, and how warm she felt when he got in the house and she hugged the cold out of his ears and cheeks and always had a bowl of hot soup waiting. … Yeah, I guess the old lady was pretty groovy too. I guess its a bitch being alone like that. Harry Goldfarb and Tyrone C. Love sat loosely in their chairs, their eyes half closed, feeling the warmth of fond memories and heroin flowing through them as they got ready for another nights work.”
― Hubert Selby Jr., Requiem for a Dream

“maybe questions don’t stem from interest in the other person so much as curiosity about the lives we might have led”
― Hanna Bervoets, We Had to Remove This Post

“Each word he said was boring, but collectively the melody of them lulled me. I tried to resist, but just the weight of him, in pounds and ounces, was a relief.”
― Miranda July, The First Bad Man