Sanda

“She'd make a game of it where she'd relax all the little bits of her body, starting with her fingers and toes and working in toward the center. She had to make herself limp and draw the hurt and want into a tight core inside, each time adding another layer to that core, so that if somebody came along and cut her open, they'd find inside a shining, perfect pearl, hard as any Willy Wonka jawbreaker.”
― Laura McHugh, The Weight of Blood

“Our lips now conjoin like the glittery coils of a wet snake dancing in the amazon. Kissing Nadia sends me into a savoring affair for that which is most delectable, always tasting the delicate layers that exist in her myriad of emotion. Always, Nadia’s opulent lips gratify and subdue by easing my sensitivity as she drags her fingers down my stomach like a tree scattering its roots. I now brush my lips over Nadia’s, dipping into her mouth like a brush that falls into a bucket of paint, osculating under this euphoric form of affection.”
― Luccini Shurod, The Painter

“You know what a publisher is? He’s a failed writer whose father was rich enough that he’s able to appropriate other people’s talents.”
― Joël Dicker, The Truth About the Harry Quebert Affair

“Life is a long drop down, Marcus. The most important thing is knowing how to fall.”
― Joël Dicker, The Truth About The Harry Quebert Affair