Liz

“María feels no maternal urge, no envy when she sees a babe swept up into a mother’s arms. Everyone insists it is her purpose, and it drives her mad, the idea that the shape of her body determines the shape her life must take.”
― V.E. Schwab, Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

“Everyone knew that the nicer a library was, the better the work you did within it.”
― R.F. Kuang, Katabasis

“A man comes toward her down the block. Shoulders hunched, eyes hanging on her body. Her curls are drying wild, her minidress still damp and clinging to her hips, and she knows exactly what he’s thinking. A girl like you, alone at night. Dressed like that, you’re asking for it. His hands twitch in his pockets, and then he’s close enough to meet her gaze, close enough for her to feel the menace rolling off him, the If I wanted to, I could, but she doesn’t shy back, doesn’t make herself small. She looks right into his eyes, and smiles, and whatever he sees, it’s enough to make him flinch and shuffle sideways off the curb, just to get away. And Lottie ambles on, thinking If I wanted to, I could.”
― V.E. Schwab, Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

“It is romantic to be cursed, to feel like the world has it out for you. That there is a deity bored enough to disrupt your ecstasy.”
― Hanif Abdurraqib, There's Always This Year: On Basketball and Ascension