Laura

“These were emotions she didn't know how to carry. There was the insult of having her death celebrated when she wasn't even dead. When she was, in fact, amidst them all right now, and only out here because they'd sent killers to fail in her home.

But this? To be dying from the poison of those assassins, and while looking for emergency food to survive the injury, to be told by a drunk rich boy with inconvenient hair that she had never really existed? Now their songs made unkind sense to her. This revelry was a kind of fear, for hatred was the fear people let themselves enjoy.

Never had she imagined such a thing. Humans were so creative in their disappointments.”
― John Wiswell, Someone You Can Build a Nest In

“One cup exactly," I say quietly.

"Are you seriously whispering?" he asks.

I look away from my cup of cream just long enough to glare at him.

"Does the volume of someone's voice also affect how a recipe turns out?" he says.

I keep glaring at him.

"Should I sing to the cream?”
― Katie Cicatelli-Kuc, Pumpkin Spice & Everything Nice

“Would you try it?" Grace asked him.

Julian gave a frustrated sigh, as if he were ready to shake both of them.

Looking greatly peeved, he leaned his head back and said quietly to the ceiling, "Cupid, you worthless bastard, I summon you to human form."

Grace threw her hands up. "Gee, I can't imagine why he wouldn't respond to that.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Fantasy Lover

“I've suffered so much. I raised my five kids with the water of my tears, now they want to trade this key for my oldest son. All my life, I have been faithful to the religion. It it's come to this...

Well, I can't believe in anything anymore.”
― Marjane Satrapi, Persepolis THE Story of A Childhood