Olga K

“For a very long time, Viviane and Jack lived in that world people inhabit before love. Some people called that place friendship; others called it confusing. Viviane found it a pleasant place with an altitude that only occasionally made her nauseous.”
― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender

“Summer rain smelled like newly clipped grass, like mouths stained red with berry juice - blueberries, raspberries, blackberries. It smelled like late nights spent pointing constellations out from their starry guises, freshly washed laundry drying outside on the line, like barbecues and stolen kisses in a 1932 Ford Coupe”
― Leslye Walton

“The past is the present, isn't it? It's the future, too. We all try to lie out of that but life won't let us.”
― Eugene O'Neill, Long Day’s Journey into Night

“Those born under Pacific Northwest skies are like daffodils: they can achieve beauty only after a long, cold sulk in the rain.”
― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender