Carmen

“What persists after this is only air and water and me between them, not quite either and with one foot straining for the sand.”
― Julia Armfield, Our Wives Under the Sea

“I veer rhapsodic; my prose purples.”
― Amal El-Mohtar & Max Gladstone, This Is How You Lose the Time War

“She was myrtle. She was pencil pine.
She was richea and scoparia and cushion plant, and each in turn vanished, tree grass moss; all these things in turn she became always had been without knowing, all of it all the world in her, all of it all of her vanishing -- shot bulldozed logged mined developed poisoned choked beaten burning burnt.”
― Richard Flanagan, The Living Sea of Waking Dreams

“At times, it seems she's thinking like she really can.”
― Agustina Bazterrica, Tender Is the Flesh