Andrew Fultz

“Men...they know what they are. They have an image of what they are. They never live up to the ideal, and it breaks them, and maybe that's why so many men die unhappy and before their time, but the know what being a grownup is supposed to mean. They have some kind of handle on thirty, forty, fifty. They don't hear that wind, or if they do, they find a lance and tilt at it, thinking it must be a windmill or some f*cking thing that needs knocking down. And what a woman does – what I did– was to run from becoming.”
― Stephen King, Cujo

“The road to Damascus isn't as well marked as the road dedicated to revelation. It's a road like any other on which, slogging and sweating, we may by chance become aware of another possible way.”
― Elena Ferrante, In the Margins: On the Pleasures of Reading and Writing

“Those notebooks I memorized, and in the end they made me feel that the world of the Normale—and the friends, male and female, who respected me, the affectionate looks of those professors who encouraged me to constantly do more—was part of a universe that was too protected and thus too predictable, compared with that tempestuous world that, in the conditions of life in the neighborhood, Lila had been able to explore in her hurried lines, on pages that were crumpled and stained.”
― Elena Ferrante, The Story of a New Name

“No, on the contrary, the sculptor merely unveils the shape—for talent consists not in inventing shapes but in causing those that were invisible to emerge.”
― Muriel Barbery, Gourmet Rhapsody