notanowl

“Mew," the kitten retorted, locking gazes with him. It had the expression common to all kittens, that of a tyrant in the becoming. 'I was comfortable, and you dared to move,' those jade eyes said. 'For that you must die.' When it became apparent to the cat that its two or three pounds of mass were insufficient to break Locke's neck with one mighty snap, it put its paws on his shoulders and began sharing its drool-covered nose with his lips. He recoiled.”
― Scott Lynch, Red Seas Under Red Skies

“A book is like a large cemetery upon whose tombs one can no longer read the effaced names. On the other hand, sometimes one remembers well the name, without knowing if anything of the being, whose name it was, survives in these pages.”
― Marcel Proust, Time Regained

“I have found it is surprisingly difficult to remain sad when a cat is doing its level best to sandpaper one's cheeks.”
― R. L. LaFevers, Theodosia and the Last Pharaoh

“The best lies about me are the ones I told.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind