Laura Willenbring

“I went into the desert to forget about you. But the sand was the color of your hair. The desert sky was the color of your eyes. There was nowhere I could go that wouldn't be you.”
― Jeffrey Eugenides, Middlesex

“Because neither she nor Port had ever lived a life of any kind of regularity, they had both made the fatal error of coming hazily to regard time as non-existent. One year was like another year. Eventually everything would happen.”
― Paul Bowles, The Sheltering Sky

“Running to him was real; the way he did it the realest thing he knew. It was all joy and woe, hard as a diamond; it made him weary behond comprehension. But it also made him free.”
― John L. Parker Jr.

“You can remember it, he told himself, but you cannot experience it again like this. You have to be satisfied with the shadows.”
― John L. Parker Jr., Once a Runner