Tammy Sowards-Sanchez

“Nothing lives long
Only the earth and mountains”
― Dee Brown, Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee: An Indian History of the American West

“We sit in the mud, my friend, and reach for the stars.”
― Ivan Turgenev, Fathers and Sons

“You don't give warnings. If someone's close enough that you can't run, and they won't let you get away, you're done. Kick, swing, whatever you have to do."

"It sounds mean."

"Ugh," Nathan groaned behind us. (...) "Peanut, will you just listen? If someone isn't letting you run away, he's not a nice person. Beat the shit out of him.”
― C.L. Stone, Forgiveness and Permission

“Did you finish yours, Kota?"
"Working on it now, Actually."
"How's it going?"

He sat up, turning in his chair and holding up his notebook. "I don't know. What rhymes with formaldehyde?"

My eyes widened. Gabriel laughed, rubbing his fingers against his forehead. "Dude, what kind of poem are you writing?"

Kota blinked at us. "It's about a doctor."

"Does the doctor fall in love?" Gabriel asked.
"No."
"Does someone die?"
"Not in the story, technically."
"What does he do?"
"He performs an autopsy.”
― C.L. Stone, First Days