Kaavya

“But stories were devious things, things with agendas. They could cheat and steal and lie to your face. They could crumble away under your feet.”
― Ava Reid, A Study in Drowning

“He had loved nothing more than the truth, and she had loved nothing more than her imagined world. Somehow, in spite of that, they had found each other.”
― Ava Reid, A Study in Drowning

“Thank god, I tell myself. Which god, I don't know. Between Mother's and Father's gods, I picture a wide black space full of stars. That's the space I whisper up to. Maybe there's a god there too. My own”
― Mona Awad, Rouge

“That crushed her like something caught in the tight, relentless snarl of a riptide. How could he be satisfied only studying literature, never writing a word of his own? Never getting to put to paper the things he imagined? Meanwhile, the banal reality of her own life made her miserable: sketching plans for things she didn’t know how to build, drawing houses other people would call home.”
― Ava Reid, A Study in Drowning