Arlene

“I want to hold you like a kitten in my shirt, and still I want to spread your thighs and plow ye like a rotting bull. I dinna understand myself.”
― Diana Gabaldon, Dragonfly in Amber

“In Washington, brass rings weren’t plucked off ribbons, they were ripped from flesh.”
― Tim Tigner, The Price of Time

“One electrical company asked for twenty female engineers from Goucher, with the added request, “Select beautiful ones for we don’t want them on our hands after the war.”
― Liza Mundy, Code Girls: The Untold Story of the American Women Code Breakers of World War II

“To this point, he could not really have said that he loved William. Feel the terror of responsibility for him, yes. Carry thought of him like a gem in his pocket, certainly, reaching now and then to touch it, marveling. But now he felt the perfection of the tiny bones of William’s spine through his clothes, smooth as marbles under his fingers, smelled the scent of him, rich with the incense of innocence and the faint tang of shit and clean linen. And thought his heart would break with love.”
― Diana Gabaldon, The Scottish Prisoner