Nadia

“Across the open compass behind town, north toward the range, he saw snow-burdened trees bowed like penitents. The morning seemed made of muslin, the sun less than a smudge. The wind came in soughs and shook free a pine scent from trees, then sent snow aloft as mist.”
― William Giraldi, Hold the Dark

“He knew what haunted meant. The dead don’t haunt the living. The living haunt themselves.”
― William Giraldi, Hold the Dark

“Friskies was noisy food, all hard little pellets. He enjoyed the crackling sounds and supposed the cat did too. He thought that they probably reminded her of tiny bones breaking, of who she was down deep.”
― Jack Ketchum, The Lost

“Nie płacz, Ewka, bo tu miejsca brak na twe babskie łzy, po ulicy milość hula wiatr wśród rozbitych szyb,”
― Dagmara Domińczyk, The Lullaby of Polish Girls