Tammy

“I would much rather choose our previous option number two, where we head up to my bedchamber and use our time judiciously.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“Forgiveness, which takes you back to the person you were and lets you reset them. Hope, which exists in a future in which you are new. Forgiveness and hope are miracles. They let you change your life. They are time-travel.”
― Kaliane Bradley, The Ministry of Time

“Jesus, Rocky.” He’s dragging a bath towel around the floor with his foot now. “It’s not a big deal.” “I didn’t say it was a big deal,” I say quietly, but my veins are flooded with the lava that’s spewing out of my bad-mood volcano. If menopause were an actual substance, it would be spraying from my eyeballs, searing the word ugh across Nick’s cute face. “Just acknowledge that you never really listen to me when I ask you something.” “Never,” he says flatly. “Wow. Good to know.” “Are you guys standing around in shit water and fighting?” Willa calls in. “Are you having a meta fight about the way you’re fighting? Don’t. Dad, did you apologize for whatever it is that Mama’s mad about? You should probably just apologize and get on with your life.” “I did,” he says, and I roll my eyes. “Did you, though?” I say, and he shrugs, says, “Close enough.”
― Catherine Newman, Sandwich

“How did I do?” “You did great,” Celia said. “I wish I could wear eyeshadow again. I get in front of the mirror and it’s like trying to draw crayon on a ballsac.”
― Karin Slaughter, We Are All Guilty Here