Daniel Eria

“Then he pulled out a handgun and shot me in the chest. I was standing on the lawn and I fell. The bullet hole opened wide and my heart rolled out of my rib cage and down into a flower bed. Blood gushed rhythmically from my open wound,
then from my eyes,
my ears,
my mouth.
It tasted like salt and failure. The bright red shame of being unloved soaked the grass in front of our house, the bricks of the path, the steps of the porch. My heart spasmed among the peonies like a trout.”
― E. Lockhart, We Were Liars

“But I had learned to hide what I felt. No, that's not true. There was no learning involved. I had been born knowing how to hide what I felt.”
― Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

“There is nothing so terrible as a story untold.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Queen Song

“Life is not a paragraph, and death is no parenthesis.

(This is a reference to an E.E. Cummings poem within the author's work)”
― Paula Hawkins, The Girl on the Train