Nadia

“He slides off into half-sleep and dreams of Oryx, floating on her back in a swimming pool, wearing an outfit that appears to be made of delicate white tissue-paper petals. They spread out around her, expanding and contracting like the valves of a jellyfish. The pool is painted a vibrant pink. She smiles up at him and moves her arms gently to keep afloat, and he knows they are both in great danger.”
― Margaret Atwood, Oryx and Crake

“The world is always changing brightness and hotness and soundness, I never know how it's going to be the next minute.”
― Emma Donoghue, Room

“Snowman – existing and not existing, flickering at the edges of blizzards,”
― Margaret Atwood, Oryx and Crake

“What a strange girl you are.” “Why?” “Flung out of space,”
― Patricia Highsmith, The Price of Salt