Celine

“We both touched wood on the cafe table and the waiter came to see what it was we wanted. But what we wanted he, nor anyone else, nor knocking on wood or on marble, as this cafe table-top was, could ever bring us. But we did not know it that night and we were very happy.”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast

“We're all stories, in the end.”
― Steven Moffat

“He does not start guiltily, as he should, but frowns in annoyance. "Who are you?"

I slip my hand through the slit of my overskirt, and my fingers close around the hard wood of the crossbow tiller. "Vengeance," I say softly.”
― Robin LaFevers, Grave Mercy

“Whenever you are ready, or if you never are, my heart is yours, until Death do us part. Whatever that may mean when consorting with one of Death’s handmaidens.”
― R.L. LaFevers, Grave Mercy