Adam

“You were a wanted child, God knows, she would say at other moments, lingering over the photo albums in which she had me framed; these albums were thick with babies, but my replicas thinned out as I grew older, as if the population of my duplicates had been hit by some plague. She would say this a little regretfully, as though I hadn't turned out entirely as she'd expected. No mother is ever, completely, a child's idea of what a mother should be, and I suppose it works the other way around as well. But despite everything, we didn't do badly by one another, we did as well as most.
I wish she were here, so I could tell her I finally know this.”
― Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid's Tale

“I'm not sure how it happened; not exactly. All I can hope for is a reconstruction: the way love feels is always only approximate.”
― Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid's Tale

“At the silence, my heart went cold. Dead flowers stood rotting in the massive Chinese vases and a shut-up heaviness overweighed the room: the air almost too stale to breathe...It was a stillness I knew; this was a house closed in on itself when someone had died.”
― Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch

“I believe you hear a click, not in your head but in your soul, when you find the place where you belong. You can ignore it, but really, why would you?”
― Stephen King, If It Bleeds