Pam Kaiser

“Still, there was a tale he had read once, long ago, as a small boy: the story of a traveler who had slipped down a cliff, with man-eating tigers above him and a lethal fall below him, who managed to stop his fall halfway down the side of the cliff, holding on for dear life. There was a clump of strawberries beside him, and certain death above him and below. What should he do? went the question. And the reply was, Eat the strawberries.”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods

“She cared deeply about words and she hated their misuse as she would hate the clumsy handling of any fine thing.”
― John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent

“Despite the absence of fetters, chains, and guards, the doctor was forced to submit to his unfreedom, which looked imaginary.”
― Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago

“Now, as never before, it was clear to him that art is always, ceaselessly, occupied with two things. It constantly reflects on death and thereby constantly creates life.”
― Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago