Natasha

“Багато доріг пройшли вони, з багатьох рік пили вони, багато могил полишали вони, багатьох друзів розгубили вони в землі й по божевільнях, і багато ще їм іти, багато ще їм проб приготовила доля.
Але всі дороги сходимі, й всі могили зчислимі, і кожна ніч — навіть полярна ніч! — кінчається ранком… І вони йдуть… Зціпивши зуби, вони йтимуть через ніч злоби й зненависті, не здаючись, доти, доки її не перейдуть.”
― Ivan Bahrianyi, Сад Гетсиманський

“How could he explain? Without Hawk’s love in return, his own love had become unbearable. He had stopped because what they did together could not be sprung from the world of shame and suppressed terror and blackmail, from Tommy McIntyre’s extortive market of secrets. He’d once believed that he and Hawkins had lifted themselves above the wicked Earth by doing what they did in bed, but that sense had been replaced by a realization that joining their bodies only chained them to the electrified cage of who had what on whom.”
― Thomas Mallon, Fellow Travelers

“A buzzing in his head, a tight skull—certain refrains of songs looped and he said them aloud and smiled.”
― Emma Cline, Daddy

“you didn’t put me anywhere. I’m not a bloody pot plant, I wanted the job, I volunteered for the job, and I seem to remember getting there by minibus, not being carried there by you.”
― Robert Galbraith, The Running Grave