Stacey McBride

“...some days [Thomas] and I had almost no time at all, but still we did it. Knowingly, unapologetically, quick in the pursuit of something that seemed quite separate from ourselves. I had to have him inside me every day; a missed day was a missing day, the world crumpled. My blood was different in my veins now, luxuriously silty, peppered and precious. My body was a different body and knew what it needed. There was a sense of fit between us: not merely physical, although there definitely was that. I didn't know how I lived the minutes when he wasn't inside me, when there was no glittery rub of him inside me. I crammed him into me, hauled him in. My urgency shocked and delighted me.”
― Suzannah Dunn, The Sixth Wife

“Keep in mind the roots of violence: Lust, envy, anger, avarice, and vengeance...the taproot...the killer's ultimate and truest motivation...is the hatred of truth...the hatred of truth is a vice. From it comes pride and an enthusiasm for disorder.”
― Dean Koontz, Your Heart Belongs to Me

“...A painting was a translation of the language of my heart.”
― Amy Tan, Saving Fish from Drowning

“...do you actually think that how long a person grieves is a measure of how much they loved someone?”
― David Wroblewski, The Story of Edgar Sawtelle