Leah

“Whenever someone does something nice for me, I feel intensely aware of how strange and sad it is to know someone.”
― Emily R. Austin, Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead

“We fall back into silence. Something like adrenaline starts beating its slow drum inside me. Maybe you’ll know this feeling one day—there’s nothing a woman hates more than walking by herself, and hearing a strange noise, or feeling the presence of an “other,” that horrible sickness all over my body, ground shifting, women are so unsafe, all of us always pretending to be safe, always avoiding any reminder that our safety is upheld only as long as the person closest to us keeps deciding not to kill us.”
― Emma Pattee, Tilt: A Novel

“The reader and I thus mingled will constitute something living, that will not be me, because I will be dead, and will not be that person as they were before reading, because my story, added to their mind, will then become part of their thinking.”
― Jacqueline Harpman, I Who Have Never Known Men

“what does having lived mean once you are no longer alive?”
― Jacqueline Harpman, I Who Have Never Known Men