Chris Eddins

“He frowned at the distorted reflection of his wasted face in the bubbly glass of the water bottle. ‘The memories of our glories fade,’ he whispered, ‘and rot away into half-assed anecdotes, thin and unconvincing as some other bastard’s lies. The failures, the disappointment, the regrets, they stay as raw as the moments they happened. A pretty girl’s smile, never acted on. A petty wrong we let another take the blame for. A nameless shoulder that knocked us in a crowd that left us stewing for days, for months, forever.’ He curled his lip. ‘This is the stuff the past is made of. The wretched moments that make us who we are.’” - Nicomo Cosca, Best Served Cold by Joe Abercrombie”
― Joe Abercrombie, Best Served Cold

“The memories of our glories fade,” he whispered, “and rot away into half-arsed anecdotes, thin and unconvincing as some other bastard’s lies. The failures, the disappointments, the regrets, they stay raw as the moments they happened. A pretty girl’s smile, never acted on. A petty wrong we let another take the blame for. A nameless shoulder that knocked us in a crowd and left us stewing for days, for months. Forever.” He curled his lip. “This is the stuff the past is made of. The wretched moments that make us what we are.” Friendly”
― Joe Abercrombie, Best Served Cold

“And that's when I know it's over. As soon as you start thinking about the beginning, it's the end.”
― Junot Díaz, This Is How You Lose Her

“There were two brothers, Truth and Lie. One day they get to playing, throwing cutlasses up into the air. Them cutlasses come down and fast as can be-swish!-chop each of their faces clean off! Truth bed down, searching for his face. But with no eyes, he can't see. Lie, he sneaky. He snatch up Truth's face and run off! Zip! Now Lie go around wearing Truth's face, fooling everybody he meet.”
― P. Djèlí Clark, Ring Shout