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“One evening, after I had been pottering around her room like a small rodent, Gerda suddenly said in her flat, thick voice, “I want to feel what man be in bed. Come in bed here.” She said this with the same apathy and lack of interest with which she let me flour the pastry dough (my father was partial to pastry) or asked me by gestures to turn the handle while she fed the mincing machine. I received her suggestion in the same spirit. She held back the sheet, gestured me to get in, and followed. She lay on her back, staring at the ceiling; she didn’t look at me or show awareness of my presence. We were a close fit and I was crammed against the wall as if in a game of sardines. I might have been lying beside a big dead fish or reptile, a whale or crocodile.”
― John Bayley, Iris and Her Friends: A Memoir of Memory and Desire

“That's what friends, that's what brethren are for. To be there, where words cannot.”
― Constantina Maud, Hydranos

“I drank enough beer to spoil Sunday entirely, and to have a long and incoherent argument with Brendon about predestination versus free will, but I never got drunk enough to enjoy myself.”
― Danielle Hawkins, The Pretty Delicious Café

“I swear, if you don’t stop apologizing, I will listen to every Ozzy and Black Sabbath album I own.”
― Lisa Edmonds, Heart of Fire