Jeeves Williams

“The year she died Victor did serious time among the books. He schooled himself from the boxes. He liked to read. He liked crashing down there in the basement with the smell of concrete and earth, liked reading his mother's old books, liked the idea that he had inherited more than his dark skin and dark hair from the woman who disappeared.”
― Sunil Yapa, Your Heart Is a Muscle the Size of a Fist

“I don’t really remember what computer screens looked like,”
― Emily St. John Mandel, Station Eleven

“At the temple there is a poem called "Loss" carved into the stone. It has three words, but the poet has scratched them out. You cannot read loss, only feel it.”
― Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha

“The stillness of the water, the horizon framed by other glass towers and miniature boats drifting in the distance.”
― Emily St. John Mandel, Station Eleven