Janis Mithcell

“The closer men came to perfecting for themselves a paradise, the more impatient they seemed to become with it, and with themselves as well. They made a garden of pleasure, and became progressively more miserable with it as it grew in richness and power and beauty; for then, perhaps, it was easier for them to see that something was missing in the garden, some tree or shrub that would not grow. When the world was in darkness and wretchedness, it could believe in perfection and year for it. But when the world became bright with reason and riches, it began to sense the narrowness of the needle's eye, and that rankled for a world no longer willing to believe or yearn. Well, they were going to destroy it again, were they - this garden Earth, civilized and knowing, to be torn apart again that Man might hope again in wretched darkness.”
― Walter M. Miller Jr., A Canticle for Liebowitz

“or staring in return, at least not for too long, as staring is used by both hunter and hunted during predatory behavior.”
― Caleb Carr, My Beloved Monster: Masha, the Half-wild Rescue Cat Who Rescued Me

“So how did he imagine we would have known anything about them?’ Her husband asked.
Gloria smiled awkwardly. ‘They woke up this morning and have been chanting you name ever since.”
― A.R. Merrydew, The Girl with the Porcelain Lips

“He had done nothing on Christmas day, just wandered around outside in the frozen woods. Hard ground, chill winds and bare branches that looked like they'd been dipped in sugar. None of it seemed real, like walking around in a desolate dream, but one he didn't want to wake up from.”
― R.D. Ronald, The Elephant Tree