Judith Moroff

“Every word was like a pillow pressed against her face, but he didn't notice.....Each day that passed she found him harder to like.... She smiled even as her skin crawled. There wasn't even time to take a Valium.”
― Sarah Pinborough, Dead to Her

“It was all so different. Sex in a mirror, not up against one. Reflection, not objectification. Soft skin on soft skin....no demand for noise and validation. ....this was sex among equals. This was not a battle, even when biting skin or tugging on hair.”
― Sarah Pinborough, Dead to Her

“It was like training yourself to live on the smell of an apple alone, when what you really wanted was to devour it, to sink your teeth into it and consume it, seeds core, and all.”
― Celeste Ng, Little Fires Everywhere

“That he had outwitted Nickel because he got along and kept out of trouble. In fact he had been ruined. He was like one of those Negroes Dr. King spoke of in his letter from jail, so complacent and sleepy after years of oppression that they h ad adjusted to it and learned to sleep in it as their only bed.”
― Colson Whitehead, The Nickel Boys