Deirdre Conroy

“Air in the chateau clammy like laundry that won't dry. Door-banging drafts down the passageways. Autumn is leaving its mellowness behind for its spiky, rotted stage. Don't remember summer even saying good-bye.”
― David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas

“You nod. Not a problem. You took an extra Klonopin before the audition; you were having trouble staying awake.”
― Suzanne Scanlon, Promising Young Women

“Most cities are nouns, but New York is a verb. What might Beunas Yerbas be, I wonder?'
'A string of adjectives and conjunctions?'
'Or an expletive?”
― David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas

“Aroma of fresh bread led me to a bakery where a deformed woman with no nose sold me a dozen crescent-moon pastries. Only wanted one, but thought she had enough problems.”
― David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas