Wilburn Stonebarger

“This evening I spied her in the back orchard. I decided to sacrifice one of my better old shirts and carried it out to her. The weather’s been warm of late. Buds on the apple trees are ready to burst. Usually by this time of the year, at that time of day, the back orchard is full of screaming children. Damut’s boys were the only two. They were on the terrace below her, running through the slanted sunlight, chasing each other around tree trunks. She stood above them, like a merlin watching rabbits play.”
― K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

“Don’t you see?” I said. “He could change every detail, but he couldn’t change her.” “But why?” His obtuseness frustrated me. “Because he was in love with her!” I said. “Because, to him, she was the only thing that was real.”
― Nicole Krauss, The History of Love

“Will there be heinous fuckery, Pocket?”
― Christopher Moore, Fool

“I hope to be bowing in front of you for a long time.” He takes my hand, drops to one knee, and kisses my fingers.”
― Tricia Copeland, To Be a Fae Queen