Joana

“She's 68 now, and although she knows the idea of being put out to pasture is a phrase others associate with obsolescence and redundancy, for her it conjures lushes green fields filled with buttercups where she's free to roam.”
― Florence Knapp, The Names

“Did you know that we are being described right now in a book, like in Cervantes?” she asked. “Don Quixote and Sancho Panza.” “Yes. But they are imaginary characters. We’re real.” “How can we be both real and imaginary at the same time?” “Stick out your hand.” “I’d rather not.” “Oh, don’t be so skittish. Go ahead,” she said. I held out my open hand. And she pricked me in the palm with her fork. “Ouch.” “You see? You’re real.”
― Christian Kracht, Eurotrash

“I think of my mother when I'm on a plane. I think of her many places, even though she's been gone sixteen years now. She's never seen my boys, but she's helped me raise them. I know how much she loves them. I feel that.”
― Lily King, Heart the Lover

“I have loved you all my life,' I whisper. 'See you after the next bang.”
― Lily King, Heart the Lover