Ana

“Paris. Paris. There is something silken and elegant about that word, something carefree, something made for a dance, something brilliant and festive, like champagne. Everything there is beautiful, gay, and a little drunk, and festooned with lace.”
― Nina Berberova, The Tattered Cloak and Other Stories

“Everyone is supposed to be a combination of nature and nurture, their true selves shaped by years of friends and fights and parents and dreams and things you did too young and things you overheard that you shouldn’t have and secrets you kept or couldn’t and regrets and victories and quiet prides, all the packed-together detritus that becomes what you call your life.”
― Melissa Albert, The Hazel Wood

“Val smiled evilly at the child and reached into his pocket.
“Do you,” he asked, “like kittens?”
And he held out a black, fluffy kitten with a white chest.
Annalise blinked at the kitten’s green eyes.
The kitten blinked back.
“Oh, yes!” said Annalise.
Val deposited the kitten into the plump little arms and strolled to the kitchens, where Hecate and her kittens were in residence, swinging his gold walking stick.
There were seven more kittens remaining and a garden full of his enemies’ children…”
― Elizabeth Hoyt, Duke of Sin

“Bluntly put, a chaplain is the minister of the Prince of Peace serving in the host of the God of War—Mars. As such, he is as incongruous as a musket would be on the altar at Christmas. Why, then, is he there? Because he indirectly subserves the purpose attested by the cannon; because too he lends the sanction of the religion of the meek to that which practically is the abrogation of everything but brute Force. 25”
― Herman Melville, Billy Budd, Bartleby, and Other Stories