Lara Maynard

“We could listen to podcasts until the hour of our death and not make a dent in the stories that are available to us.”
― Ann Patchett, Tom Lake

“Funnily enough, this turned out to be the thing that saved me: the knowledge that I could get back by myself.”
― Ann Patchett, Tom Lake

“You would needle and whine until finally we gave in. Your father and I would try to get you to come to the community hall and look at the quilts and pet the angora rabbits, but you wanted to eat chili corndogs and cotton candy and then get on one of those god-awful rides that had been put together by three heroin addicts with a sprocket wrench, the rides that made you feel like your head was going to be flung off your neck by centrifugal force.”
― Ann Patchett, Tom Lake

“Bury my bones in the midnight soil, plant them shallow and water them deep, and in my place will grow a feral rose, soft red petals hiding sharp white teeth.”
― V.E. Schwab, Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil