Jess

“This was her, Mick Kelly, walking in the daytime and by herself at night. In the hot sun and in the dark with all the plans and feelings. This music was her—the real plain her...This music did not take a long time or a short time. It did not have anything to do with time going by at all. She sat with her arms around her legs, biting her salty knee very hard. The whole world was this symphony, and there was not enough of her to listen... Now that it was over there was only her heart beating like a rabbit and this terrible hurt.”
― Carson McCullers, The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter

“She wondered why she, who had such difficulty talking about herself with people of flesh and blood, could blithely reveal her most intimate secrets to a bunch of completely unknown freaks on the Internet.”
― Stieg Larsson, The Millennium Trilogy

“They say women can’t play guitar as well as men. I don’t play the guitar with my fucking vagina, so what difference does it make?”
― Brody Dalle

“She lit my soul and inhaled deeply
Flicking my ashes occasionally.”
― Henry Rollins, The Portable Henry Rollins