Joshua

“That night you lay in bed, awake, and listened to the ambulances tear down our street. The heat of your face could have kept my room warm for days. I didn't know how you stood the heat of yourself, of your breasts, of your face. I almost couldn't touch you. Out of nowhere you said, I love you. For whatever it’s worth.”
― Junot Díaz, This Is How You Lose Her

“She's applying her lipstick; I've always believed that the universe invented the color red solely for Latinas.”
― Junot Díaz, This Is How You Lose Her

“She was the kind of girlfriend God gives you young, so you'll know loss the rest of your life.”
― Junot Díaz, The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao

“Some people reflect light, some deflect it, you by some miracle, seem to collect it.”
― Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves