Sara cunningham

“Impossible not to imagine the dead observing us. Our love for them a soft, shimmering gossamar that trails behind us.”
― Joyce Carol Oates, Middle Age: A Romance

“She took refuge in her newborn son. she had felt him leave her body with a sensation of relief at freeing herself from something that did not belong to her and she had been horrified at herself when she confirmed that she did not feel the slightest affection for that calf from her womb the midwife showed her in the raw, smeared with grease and blood and with the umbilical cord rolled around his neck. But in her lonliness in the palace she learned to know him, they learned to know each other, and she discovered with great delight that one does not love one's children just because they are one's children but becuase of the friendship formed while raising them.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera

“Bulahdeen ignored her. "I taught literature for nearly forty years. The books I read when I was twenty completely changed when I read them when I was sixty. You know why? Because the endings changed. After you finish a book, the story still goes on in your mind. You can never change the beginning. But you can always change the end. That's what's happening here.”
― Sarah Addison Allen, Lost Lake

“Beauty is a whore. I prefer money.”
― Michael Cunningham, The Hours