Raelynn

“For as long as she could remember, she had thought that autumn air went well with books, that the two both somehow belonged with blankets, comfortable armchairs, and big cups of coffee or tea.”
― Katarina Bivald, The Readers of Broken Wheel Recommend

“The first time I put the suit on him, we were in the store, and immediately he looked like he’d been to a taxidermist. He stood stiff as a freshly stuffed dog. He wouldn’t move his head. He wouldn’t even move his eyes. And he stood like this for a couple of minutes in the middle of the store. Nothing I could do would get him to budge. I knelt next to him and gave him the tiniest of nudges, hoping this would throw off his balance and cause him to move a leg for support. Nothing. I did it again. Nothing. I did it again, a little firmer. Still nothing. I did it a little firmer yet, and this time, instead of moving his legs to keep his balance, he toppled over onto his side—a dead, stuffed dog with stiff legs. The cause of death was humiliation; rigor mortis was immediate.”
― Tom Ryan, Following Atticus: Forty-Eight High Peaks, One Little Dog, and an Extraordinary Friendship

“I sat there trying to avoid certain thoughts--the kind that'll chew the meat clean out of your head if you open their cage.”
― Daniel Woodrell, Tomato Red

“Open your eyes and see what you can with them before they close forever.”
― Anthony Doerr, All the Light We Cannot See