Curt Cordero

“Scott could feel the contents of his stomach flip over and over on themselves. He turned to the side and retched, frothy yellow bile spilled out onto the newspaper covered floor, filling the room with the putrid stench of previously ingested alcohol.

'Look's like someone can't hold their drink,' McBlane said, and Dominic and Shugg laughed.

Scott was still staring at the steam rising from his evacuated stomach contents as he heard the hammer fall. The dull crack of bone splintering under its weight.”
― R.D. Ronald, The Elephant Tree

“La peor forma de extrañar a alguien es estar sentado a su lado y saber que nunca lo podrás tener.”
― Gabriel García Márquez

“No one else seemed to feel this kind of passionate attachment to other humans. Not to a newchild, not to a spouse, or a coworker, or friend. She had not felt it toward her own parents or brother. But now, toward this wobbly, drooling toddler—”
― Lois Lowry, Son

“I wondered. What did she think of our attempts to persuader ourselves that this was life and that we were really living it?”
― Diane Setterfield