Paméla B.

“A book is a coffin because it holds a body, sometimes more than one, and we readers are there to witness, mourn, and celebrate. I like the idea of people (Yes, you. Hi, there!), no matter how small the number, lifting and carrying this casket for a time, honoring it with their attention, experience, memory, and melancholic wonder at what was, at what might be. When you put it down, when you stop carrying it, you'll move on, like you must. And who knows, perhaps years later a snippet of the book's memory will unexpectedly alight and linger; a memory of a time and place and of the person you once were, if you allow it.”
― Paul Tremblay, The Pallbearers Club

“I thought words were supposed to be my thing.”
“Can you make change for a dollar?”
“Yes . . .”
“Then I can occasionally come up with a witty one-liner.”
― Seanan McGuire, Middlegame

“I haven't asked for help because I'm afraid to learn I could've ben helping myself all along and I've wasted so much time, a lifetime, and I haven't asked for help because I'm trying my best and I don't want to know my best isn't good enough, will never be good enough, and I don't ask for help because help means coping with the terrible thing and I don't want to cope, to simply go on, and I childishly think coping hides the fact that there is no purpose and no reason for anything.”
― Paul Tremblay, The Pallbearers Club

“The math would be true, and that’s all she’s ever asked from the world.”
― Seanan McGuire, Middlegame