Sara

“The darkness still looms over my head, threatening to rain down on me. Some days it does, only now I have people there to help me dry off before it seeps into my bones.”
― Nicola Haken, Broken

“There was no past, present, or future; there was only beforewar time, duringwar time, and afterwar time, and the three melded together like differently colored metals in an intense fire, taking a shape when the fire cooled down until the heat rose once again and a new form of the same thing was created . . . the making and remaking of time itself. Why”
― Roger Pulvers, Star Sand

“I can’t write without a reader. It’s precisely like a kiss—you can’t do it alone.”
― John Cheever

“I screamed without making a sound. I sobbed without shedding a tear. I died, though my heart beat on.”
― Vincent Zandri, The Remains