Priscila Queiroz

“I wake with a jolt that sends a shock of pain through my ankle. Crying out, I look around me. Floral wallpaper. Am I at home? Who's that man in the chair by the door, reading .... "Twilight?" Leon blinks at me, putting the book down in his lap. 'You went from unconscious to judgemental very quickly there.”
― Beth O'Leary, The Flatshare

“This flatshare. I wish I never done it. Wish I'd never opened up my life like that and let someone else walk in and fill it up. I was doing fine - safe, managing. Now my flat's not mine, it's ours, and when she's gone all I will see is the absence of Tiffin and books about bricklayers and that bloody stupid paisley beanbag. It'll be another room full of what's missing. Just what I didn't want.”
― Beth O'Leary, The Flatshare

“Coldness growing low down in stomach. Heart rate up again, and for all the wrong reasons this time. I’m getting angry. That feeling again, the trapped hateful rage at hearing someone you try so hard to love saying the worst things.”
― Beth O'Leary, The Flatshare

“Drink for thirst, but taste with purpose.”
― Bianca Bosker, Cork Dork: A Wine-Fueled Adventure Among the Obsessive Sommeliers, Big Bottle Hunters, and Rogue Scientists Who Taught Me to Live for Taste