Sarah Johnson

“She was a contamination hazard,” Michael said. “She contained glitter.”
― Sarah Easter Collins, Things Don't Break on Their Own

“This is death, then: a brief spot of light on earth extinguished, a rippling point of energy swept clear. A kiss, a song, the warm circle of a stranger’s arms—these things and others—the whole crush of memory and hope, the constant babble of the mind, everything that composes a person—gone.”
― Kirstin Valdez Quade, The Five Wounds