Ann

“Occasionally, on windy days Hervé Joncour would go down to the lake and spend hours in contemplation of it because he seemed to descry, sketched out on the water, the inexplicable sight of his life as it had been, in all its lightness.”
― Alessandro Baricco, Silk

“I felt the kind of desperation, I think, that cancels the possibility of empathy...that makes you unkind.”
― Sue Miller, While I Was Gone