Rene Corney

“Love changes,” she replied. “When the flame dies, the glow remains, but it no longer centers upon one human creature and it warms the whole soul. Then the soul looks at all human creatures with love diffused.”
― Pearl S. Buck, Peony

“The best writers tend to look the roughest in photos. At least that's the excuse I use for why I look so bad in mine.”
― R.D. Ronald

“The early women rise before I do. Their lamps splinter the gloom of the kitchens. They chatter in whispers as they brew tea for the cooks. Windows are open to counter the heat of the ovens. Outside, the sky is as black as my soul.”
― K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

“Just a moment Mrs. Olmsted, Ma’am. I haven’t finished yet. I need to ask you a couple more questions.”
She turned back to face the detective, her tears subsiding.
“Could you tell me where you’ve been for the last several hours?”
“Where I’ve been?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“My husband is lying here dead, and you have the audacity to ask me where I’ve been?”
― Behcet Kaya, Murder in Buckhead