Melissa

“With each mile we put behind us, I felt the air grow lighter in my lungs. It was as if the city had been one large pressure cooker, simmering in its own juices. With the top down on the coupe and a stalwart, man-made breeze blowing steadily in my face, I tallied the city's many summertime brutalities: the heat that radiated from the gray asphalt and made the air dance in wavy shimmers; the stagnant ponds in Central Park that turned a milky, putrid, almost phosphorescent green and incubated countless mosquitoes; the blasts of hot dirty air that breathed upward from every subway grate; oh, and how the loud noises pouring from construction sites even somehow seemed to further agitate and heat the air!”
― Suzanne Rindell, The Other Typist

“O summer and soft wind. Relieves the heart and makes living cheaper.”
― J.P. Donleavy, The Ginger Man

“It would seem this is the gift modernity has bestowed upon our generation: the practice of "dating," an awkward procedure where a man and a woman find themselves talking rot to each other in a darkened room. If it were up to me, I would say modernity can keep it, as I want no part.”
― Suzanne Rindell, The Other Typist

“Babies are to be kept on silent at all times, and if one goes off in public, it shall be discarded.”
― Matt Bellassai, Everything Is Awful: And Other Observations