Phoebe Gonzales

“Oh God,” I cry, trying to keep my voice down but failing miserably. “Can you see him, baby? Ask him for forgiveness.” “Why?” I pant, another high-pitched moan nearly swallowing the word. “Because you worship me now.”
― H.D. Carlton, Does It Hurt?

“...how could you describe a hill and snow to someone who had never felt height or wind or that feathery, magical cold?”
― Lois Lowry, The Giver

“If worshiping you is what you ask, I’d be happy to spend the rest of my life on my knees,” I tell her, my voice dipped so low, it’s nearly unrecognizable.”
― H.D. Carlton, Does It Hurt?

“I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow; but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.”
― Agatha Christie