Cameren

“What did he mean? He had been born with a silver spoon in his mouth! What did he know about the kind of despair that had been mine?”
― V.C. Andrews, Dark Angel

“She didn’t really like classical music and there was no Vince to whisper in her ear and tell her what was beautiful about it. His descriptions were so clear. Handel was all scarlet ostrich feathers and silk ribbons fluttering in the wind, great silver trays blazing with candlelight. Wagner was trees creaking and silk ribbons fluttering in the wind, great silver trays blazing with candlelight. Wagner was trees creaking and snapping in the storm, foam running up the foot of a cliff, waves sweeping round rocks, black peaks reaching to the sky. Vince was no longer there, it was only music with no introduction and no commentary.”
― Magda Szabó, Iza's Ballad

“I was giving my final cast notes when the cramping began. I went to the girls' bathroom, sat down in a stall, and pulled down my jeans.
I apologize in advance for what I am about to describe.
Imagine a jellyfish as big as an ashtray. Now turn that jellyfish dark bloodred and multiply it by a few hundred. Now imagine pulling down your Sergio Valente jeans and seeing hundreds of ashtray-size bloodred jellyfish pouring out of you. That's what happened to me.
"AUUUUUUUUUGH!" I started screaming.
AUUUUUUGH!"
The bloody pieces - the lining of my uterus, I guess- kept gushing from my body and into the water. It was like my insides were falling out. I tried to catch them in my hands to stop it. There was too much. Plunk. plunk, plunk, plunk. It was endless. A deluge!”
― Cat Marnell, How to Murder Your Life

“Somehow I lost all ability to regulate not only my emotions but my behavior as well.... It was an alarmingly rapid and complete descent into hell.”
― Marsha Linehan, Building a Life Worth Living: A Memoir