Cathy Norman

“Memories are jagged little rocks, sharp little chunks of glass, and your mind is mud. Memories sink into it, and you think they’ve disappeared. But they haven’t. They’re just lying there, waiting for a hot day when certain parts of the mud melt and make those blades available to questing feet.”
― Luke Smitherd, He Waits - A Book of Strange and Disturbing Horror

“Like my grandmother always said, “Your opinions are valid and important. Unless it’s some stupid bullshit you’re being shitty about, in which case you can just go fuck yourself.”
― Jenny Lawson, Furiously Happy: A Funny Book About Horrible Things

“But I have always been different. Perhaps that’s why I find it easier to cross the narrow boundaries between one tribe and the next. To belong so often means to exclude; to think in terms of us and them – two little words that, juxtaposed, so often lead to conflict.”
― Joanne Harris, Peaches for Monsieur le Curé: A Novel

“I used to think the heart of the world was in its inhabitants. In people, in their traditions, in their good deeds and strong wills. Now I know that’s not true, for the heart of the world has been lost to humankind for a long time, closed off and encased in stone. A hard and stubborn thing that’s unwilling to share what it feels, what it hears, and what it sees with those who live on its flanks.”
― David Estes, Boil