Paul Pope

“Hope,” she said, “is just imagination put into practice.”
― Jason Mott, The Crossing: A Novel

“She moved mainly by pushing with her knees and hips. Her good hand was at her belly, holding her guts in place, keeping her entrails tucked in. They were warm and greasy under her fingers. Even though she was dying inch by inch, she knew they were valuable and she couldn’t let them go. Already, her open belly was packed with brown leaves and dirt and dry pine needles.”
― Tim Curran, Blooding Night

“Thomil had said that how a person felt about their actions didn’t matter; only the actions themselves mattered.”
― M.L. Wang, Blood Over Bright Haven

“Children, in the end, were gods of our own design. And when you couldn’t build your own god, you called social services and had one delivered.”
― Jason Mott, The Crossing: A Novel