Carmen

“Go on then, Sylvanas Windrunner. Tell me these truths you have never shared.”
― Christie Golden, Sylvanas

“Presently the possums came prancing out on to the dim moonlit slates of the roof. With squeals and grunts they wove obscenely about the squat base of the tower, dark against the paling sky.”
― Joan Lindsay, Picnic at Hanging Rock

“After this, I sat on the floor of the kitchen and thought about Leah, about the shape of her feet and the way she spoke about her father, the special voice she used to talk to cats, her kind frown, her intonation, her fingernails. ... I thought about the day it first occurred to me that, should she die, there would be no one in the world I truly loved. ... Are you just now realising that people die, Leah had said to me when I voiced this thought, tucked up beside her on the sofa with my knees pressed tight into the backs of hers. Not people, I had said, just you.”
― Julia Armfield, Our Wives Under the Sea

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