Camille

“She didn’t want him in a clean shirt with a funny goatee, drinking tea for his health; she wanted him covered with paint, so much paint it was in his ears, barking out insults and pouring too much red wine.”
― Rachel Joyce, The Homemade God

“Like a ghost, he moves through the villa he knew so well—all those frescoed rooms, the glasshouse filled with lemon trees, the music salon with its ten harps that no one could play—until at last he finds Netta hunting for a phone signal in her giant straw hat, or Susan shining with sweat in the kitchen against a background of green majolica tiles, or Iris leaving food for the stray cat, and it’s strange how content it makes him feel, how secure and happy.”
― Rachel Joyce, The Homemade God

“Ifemelu sensed, between them, the presence of spiky thorns floating in the air.”
― Adichi Ngozi Chimamanda

“In her gold sweater belted at an impossibly tiny waist, with her gold hair, in gold flats, she looked improbable, like sunlight.”
― Adichi Ngozi Chimamanda