Sara

“But hatred, now. That’s something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It’s hard or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but hatred cradles you. It’s so soothing. I feel infinitely better now.”
― Janet Fitch, White Oleander

“I think death brushes up against nearly everyone at some point or another, but it’s properly danced with me. Grabbed me by the hand, spun me, dipped me . . . taught me to waltz. I knew life through the prism of loss, secretly at first, but now it’s coloured my world. It’s the summertime here at the minute, but I’m terrified of the autumn because then death is everywhere. And it masks itself in colours all bright, but it’s still a season of dying”
― Jessa Hastings , Magnolia Parks: Into the Dark

“Because your skin is so thin, and underneath it there isn’t anything that can help you against a tonne of twisty, sharp metal that’s just trying to scrape the meat of you clean off your bones. The metal wraps around you and tries to make you one with it, like it’s an intimate moment between you, and maybe that’s because all death is.”
― Jessa Hastings, Magnolia Parks: Into the Dark

“She was a beautiful woman dragging a crippled foot and I was that foot. I was bricks sewn into the hem of her clothes, I was a steel dress.”
― Janet Fitch