Carolina Troxell

“To the pain means this: if we duel and you win, death for me. If we duel and I win, life for you. But life on my terms. The first thing you lose will be your feet. Below the ankle. You will have stumps available to use within six months. Then your hands, at the wrists. They heal somewhat quicker. Five months is a fair average. Next your nose. No smell of dawn for you. Followed by your tongue. Deeply cut away. Not even a stump left. And then your left eye—"

And then my right eye, and then my ears, and shall we get on with it?" the Prince said.

Wrong!" Westley’s voice rang across the room. "Your ears you keep, so that every shriek of every child shall be yours to cherish—every babe that weeps in fear at your approach, every woman that cries 'Dear God, what is that thing?' will reverberate forever with your perfect ears.”
― William Goldman, The Princess Bride

“I figured if I hoped hard enough, you wouldn’t stand a chance, that even if you were straight, you’d succumb to my sparkling charm and wit and you’d convert just for me.”

I almost choked on the last sip of my wine. “And you’d win the toaster oven,” I teased.

“Yes,”
― Eva Indigo, Laughing Down the Moon

“I went downstairs to Dad’s encyclopedia and looked up HOMOSEXUALITY, but that didn’t tell me much about any of the things I felt. What struck me most, though, was that, in the whole long article, the word “love” wasn’t used even once. That made me mad; it was as if whoever wrote the article didn’t know that gay people actually love each other. The encyclopedia writers ought to talk to me, I thought as I went back to bed; I could tell them something about love.”
― Nancy Garden, Annie on My Mind

“A book is not supposed to be a mirror. It's supposed to be a door.”
― Fran Lebowitz