Nina

“There had hung the sense of buffering, insulation, she had noticed the absence of an intensity, as if watching a movie, just perceptibly out of focus, that the projectionist refused to fix. And had also gently conned herself into the curious, Rapunzel-like role of a pensive girl somehow, magically, prisoner among the pines and salt fogs of Kinneret, looking for somebody to say hey, let down your hair.”
― Thomas Pynchon, The Crying of Lot 49

“I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.”
― Clementine von Radics

“I hear he liked flowers pretty well."
"Yes," said Annie, "he said they were the friends who always came back and never disappointed him."
--"Out, Brief Candle”
― Kurt Vonnegut, While Mortals Sleep: Unpublished Short Fiction

“I am a trembling mess from hip to knee. There is a terrible heat, a looseness in my innards that makes me want to dig my fists between my thighs. It is a confusing feeling - somewhere between diarrhoea and sex - this grief that is almost genital.”
― Anne Enright, The Gathering