Robert Swanson

“I used to imagine a boyfriend who could see me, you know? It was more than attention. I wanted to be known. I imagined us parking a car out by the river, hidden by the tall grass, fireflies everywhere, and I could talk and he would listen and nod, his eyes wide in the dark. And the way I imagined it, he would want to listen. He would want to see me. And he’d listen until he knew everything there was to know.” Tiffany laughed at herself. “There were times I imagined it so long, I ran out of things to tell him, and we’d just look at each other. In a way, that was the best part.”
― Andrew J. Graff, Raft of Stars

“And not just any science: human science, the study of the body, of man himself, of sinew and bone and humour and blood. The essence of life, the very organs that granted our being, that was the wonder of it all! To unlock the mysteries of the human form was to behold God’s masterpiece firsthand, and that is what sparked the fire within me for the very first time.”
― A. Rae Dunlap, The Resurrectionist

“That’s something his mom used to tell him when he couldn’t sleep and worried about not sleeping. You have permission to forget it, she’d tell him. Just for a minute, just enjoy your pillow, just rest, let it go. Close your eyes and sail away from troubles on a raft made of stars.”
― Andrew J. Graff, Raft of Stars

“For kindness begins where necessity ends.”
― Amor Towles, The Lincoln Highway