Judith Moroff

“The chill of the rain disappeared. The rain itself seemed to evaporate. The fatigue vanished. The night. Everything distilled to the brilliant pulsing bead of glass pain she herself had given rise to. She felt exhilaration and relief. She felt soothed and punished. She felt control.”
― Meg Gardiner, The Dark Corners of the Night

“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

“The kind of belly men loved in women and women hated in themselves.”
― Sarah Pinborough, Dead to Her