Lillian

“Maybe people are younger when they are asleep.”
― S.E. Hinton, The Outsiders

“Our grief is our signature, with everyone dotting the i in their own special way.”
― Mary Crockett, How She Died, How I Lived

“Moriarty smiled his adder’s smile.

And I relaxed. I knew. My destiny and his wound together. It was a sensation I’d never got before upon meeting a man. When I’d had it from women, the upshot ranged from disappointment to attempted murder. Understand me, Professor James Moriarty was a hateful man, the most hateful, hateable, creature I have ever known, not excluding Sir Augustus and Kali’s Kitten and the Abominable Bloody Snow-Bastard and the Reverend Henry James Prince. He was something man-shaped that had crawled out from under a rock and moved into the manor house. But, at that moment, I was his, and I remain his forever. If I am remembered, it will be because I knew him. From that day on, he was my father, my commanding officer, my heathen idol, my fortune and terror and rapture.”
― Kim Newman, Professor Moriarty: The Hound of the D'Urbervilles

“Only in the presence of death could he feel the presence of something like God.”
― Donald Ray Pollock, The Devil All the Time