Amy Crehore

“Sixteen is an intensely troublesome age. You worry about little things, can't pinpoint where you are in any objective way, become really proficient at strange, pointless skills, and are held in thrall by inexplicable complexes. As you get older, though, through trial and error you can learn to get what you need, and throw out what should be discarded. And you start to recognize (or be resigned to the fact) that since your faults and deficiences are well nigh infinite, you'd best figure our your good points and learn to get by with what you have.”
― Haruki Murakami, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running

“Over the city lies the sweet, rotting odor of yesterday's unrecollected sins.”
― Hilary Mantel, Wolf Hall

“a grey wrinkled vastness, like the residue of a dream”
― Hilary Mantel, Wolf Hall

“Arrange your face”
― Hilary Mantel, Wolf Hall