Ana

“There was a grand piano, too, and Charles was playing, a glass of whiskey on the seat beside him. He was a little drunk; the Chopin was slurred and fluid, the notes melting sleepily into one another. A breeze stirred the heavy, moth-eaten velvet curtains, ruffling his hair.”
― Donna Tartt, The Secret History

“Even when I was happy, I felt like I was always looking for the edges on life. The seams. I was so perfectly born to die.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Sinner

“Plenty of humans were monstrous, and plenty of monsters knew how to play at being human.”
― Victoria Schwab, Vicious

“Some kinds of misery make you hate the world, but some kinds make you hate yourself, and--butter and cheese not withstanding--Neve had no question that Spear was the latter.”
― Laini Taylor, My True Love Gave to Me: Twelve Holiday Stories