Nadia

“And maybe the light of day would bring a bit of regret with it, regret at how wasted they got, and how disrespectful they had been, to both the living and the dead. Or maybe they’d continue in the only way they knew how; at once shielding their pain and sharing it, brutally, in revelatory spasms, but always with a wan smile and a wink.”
― Dagmara Domińczyk, The Lullaby of Polish Girls

“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

“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

“To Judy Blume, Ann M. Martin, Lois Lowry, and V. C. Andrews; to Eva Hoffman and Lorrie Moore; to Barbara Trapido, Toni Morrison, and Dostoevsky; to TC Boyle, and Miłosz and Szymborska; to Frank McCourt and Francine Prose; to Márquez and Bukowski—my first loves, my mad loves, my many loves, too many to name.”
― Dagmara Domińczyk, The Lullaby of Polish Girls