Leila Goreil

“We pass the apartment we rented five years ago, when I swore off Florence. In summer, wads of tourists clog the city as if it's a Renaissance theme park. Everyone seems to be eating. That year, a garbage strike persisted for over a week and I began to have thoughts of plague when I passed heaps of rot spilling out of bins. I was amazed that long July when waiters and shopkeepers remained as nice as they did, given what they had to put up with. Everywhere I stepped I was in the way. Humanity seemed ugly—the international young in torn T-shirts and backpacks lounging on steps, bewildered bus tourists dropping ice cream napkins in the street and asking, “How much is that in dollars?” Germans in too-short shorts letting their children terrorize restaurants. The English mother and daughter ordering lasagne verdi and Coke, then complaining because the spinach pasta was green. My own reflection in the window, carrying home all my shoe purchases, the sundress not so flattering. Bad wonderland. Henry James in Florence referred to “one's detested fellow-pilgrim.” Yes, indeed, and it's definitely time to leave when one's own reflection is included. Sad that our century has added no glory to Florence—only mobs and lead hanging in the air.”
― Frances Mayes, Under the Tuscan Sun

“I have a feeling that inside you somewhere, there’s something nobody knows about. —Shadow of a Doubt (1943)”
― A.J. Finn, The Woman in the Window

“Starlight, star bright, you can be anyone you want to be tonight.”
― Ashley Poston, Geekerella

“A candle unused is nothing but wax and wick," I said. "I would rather light the flame, knowing it will go out, than sit forever in darkness.”
― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong