Sara

“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

“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

“The best stories come from those that are flawed, broken, really. Those who have endured trials and tribulations. Those who have faced the world and come out on the bottom. Only they can tell stories worth listening to, for they have had more than one beginning, more than one middle they’ve dragged themselves through, and more than one ending . . . and despite it all, their story continues.”
― Jeneva Rose, Home Is Where the Bodies Are

“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