Anna

“I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be happy.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“And Lot's wife, of course, was told not to look back where all those people and their homes had been. But she did look back, and I love her for that, because it was so human. So she was turned into a pillar of salt. So it goes.”
― Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

“Your hair is winter fire
January embers
My heart burns there, too.”
― Stephen King, It

“Her life was a series of zigzags. At nineteen, she was anxious.”
― Patricia Highsmith, The Price of Salt