Julie

“She craved a tall glass of the fresh-squeezed lemonade from the pitcher she’d left chilling in the fridge. Two glasses served with a generous slice of pound cake with orange glaze icing sounded twice as nice.”
― Ed Lynskey, Fur the Win

“REST IN PEACE, MR. PARKER.

'You want us to be surreptitious?' Hawk said.

'Surreptitious?' Sapp said.

'I educated in Head Start,' Hawk said.

'Really worked,' Sapp said.

'No reason to be covert,' I said.

'You too?' Sapp said.

'Nope,' I said. 'I'm a straight Anglo white guy of European ancestry. We're naturally smart.'

'You missed Bernard,' Sapp said.

'Tall straight Anglo white guy,' I said.

'Hey,' Bernard said.
”
― Robert B Parker

“Sometimes he comes to me in my dreams, and I wonder if ironically all our stories were written on his skin back there in Texas City in 1947. Or maybe that's just poetic illusion purchased by time. But even in the middle of an Indian summer's day, when the sugarcane is beaten with purple and gold light in the fields and the sun is both warm and cool on your skin at the same time, when I know that the earth is a fine place after all, I have to mourn just a moment for those people of years ago who lived lives they did not choose, who carried burdens that were not their own, whose invisible scars were as private as the scarlet beads of Sister Roberta's rosary wrapped across the back of her small hand, as bright as drops of blood ringed round the souls of little people.”
― James Lee Burke, Jesus Out to Sea

“And he hated himself and hated her,too, for the ruin they'd made of each other.”
― Dennis Lehane, The Given Day