Mariane

“January was a two-faced month, jangling like jester’s bells, crackling like snow crust, pure as any beginning, grim as an old man, mysteriously familiar yet unknown, like a word one can almost but not quite define.”
― Patricia Highsmith, The Price of Salt, or Carol

“If you want to live where people are not afraid of mice, you must give up living in palaces.”
― E. Lockhart, We Were Liars