Lanora Crowder

“He had loved her, but he hated himself more.”
― Janet Fitch, Paint it Black

“Mary stared at the dreamlike happenings on the page. Human figures faced each other; the man’s head was a golden ball with rays reaching up to huge stars and out to the distant mountains; the woman’s silver head was sickle-shaped and surrounded by birds like eagles with white beaks. Some of the black letters glowed because they had tips like tiny flames.”
― Susan Rowland, The Alchemy Fire Murder

“His mother always told him he would “be a real somebody, be important someday.” And now that she was gone, he wanted to prove her right all the more.”
― Sara Pascoe, Oswald the Almost Famous Opossum

“A man who gains control over the rain can surely gain control over sin, which is merely a word for error.”
― Ki Longfellow, The Secret Magdalene