Sarah

“don’t think I’ve ever met an orange cat who shouldn’t be on some sort of registry.”
― Matt Dinniman, A Parade of Horribles

“Gargle my unicorn balls, you translucent bitch!”
― Matt Dinniman, A Parade of Horribles

“And now it came. It was fiery, sharp, bright and ruthless, ready to kill, ready to die, outspeeding light: it was Charity, not as mortals imagine it, not even as it has been humanised for them since the Incarnation of the Word, but the translunary virtue, fallen upon them direct from the Third Heaven, unmitigated. They were blinded, scorched, defeaned. They thought it would burn their bones. They could not bear that it should continue. They could not bear that it should cease.”
― C.S. Lewis, That Hideous Strength

“I loved the way drink made me feel, and I loved it's special power of deflection, it's ability to shift my focus away from my own awareness of self and onto something else, something less painful than my own feelings. I loved the sounds of drink: the slide of a cork as it eased out of a wine bottle, the distinct glug-glug of booze pouring into a glass, the clatter of ice cubes in a tumbler. I loved the rituals, the camaraderie of drinking with others, the warming, melting feeling of ease and courage it gave me.”
― Caroline Knapp, Drinking: A Love Story