Nicole

“Who wants flowers when you're dead? Nobody.”
― J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

“Stay gold, Ponyboy. Stay gold . . .” The pillow seemed to sink a little, and Johnny died.”
― S.E. Hinton, The Outsiders

“I lie to myself all the time. But I never believe me.”
― S.E. Hinton, The Outsiders

“Don’t let me lie on this filthy floor in the darkness. Numbness alternates with rage. Don’t let this rage paralyze me. I don’t want to be alone anymore. Come quickly—before it is too late, before the light goes out forever. Help me wake up. This must be an endless dream of death. Even the fruits taste like ash. There are no textures—only a flat sour smell everywhere. Turn my fear into mist. Make golden flowers appear. Remove this desolation. I want everything to glow softly with blurred outlines. I want people to mean what they say.”
― Elaine Kraf, The Princess of 72nd Street