Marina Moore

“After an impossibly long moment, the bed creaks again. He stands with a sigh and leaves the room. My bedroom door clicks shut again, and after several long beats of silence, I peek around my comforter to make absolutely sure he’s gone. The room is empty. I release all the air from my lungs and melt into the mattress. What the actual fuck was that?”
― Megan Lally, That's Not My Name

“She glares at me from her workstation and makes a V with her fingers, motioning from her eyes to mine. I’m watching you. Or in Autumn’s case, I’m watching you, ya giant piece of shit. Come here so I can sew your hand into this curtain.”
― Megan Lally, That's Not My Name

“I don’t know what to say. We have more macaroni and cheese in the pantry than any human could eat in a lifetime. Plus, the stove is so covered in junk, we can’t cook it, so it’s useless. “It’s expired. For more than a year.” “Macaroni and cheese doesn’t expire!” Nothing expires, according to her. Even if it’s growing mold. “Those dates are just the way they trick you into spending money to replace food that’s perfectly good.”
― Freida McFadden, The Intruder

“I keep my composure, forcing my eyes to stay put and not roll around in their sockets from her complete and utter delusion.”
― Jeneva Rose, The Perfect Divorce