Trish Bash

“Looks interesting,” I said, handing the book back. “But not for me. I prefer pictures.” He didn’t take the book. Just pushed it gently toward me. “This book does have pictures.” He must be crazy. I had just looked. To humor him, I flipped through the pages again and when I got to the end of the book, I held it up. “No pictures.” “Sure there is,” he said. I remember thinking how stubborn he was. “The pictures are hiding.” Now he had my attention. I looked down at the book in my hand. He continued, “The pictures are inside the words.” “What?” Now I was confused. (Remember, I was quite young.) “Read the first page. Maybe the second. You’ll see.” He nodded at the book. “The pictures will rise out of the page and into your head. Don’t worry, your eyes will form the pics from the words.” He started to lose me at that young age, but I did what he said. I opened the book to chapter one and started reading. And I gasped. A picture formed instantly.”
― Jonas Saul, Losing Sarah

“He laughed as a song came into his ears. “All you need is love.” Playing The Beatles always made him feel more hopeful about the world. Good art did that, that’s why people loved it. It made you feel connected to something greater than yourself, and remember your own purpose in this mad play called the cosmos.”
― Christopher Cartwright, The Labyrinth Key

“Here’s the problem with every woman’s wardrobe: The person who buys the clothes is not the same person who later has to wear them.”
― Mimi Strong, Stardust

“Does your sex toy really need a name?” “What would you suggest?” I got to my feet and dried my eyes. “How about a title? Like… The Assassin. Because he gets in and does the job.” She swatted my butt playfully. “Damn, girl. They should hire you to do their marketing.” “I’m awesome at everything but my own life.”
― Mimi Strong, Stardust