Angel

“We as an English-speaking people can’t not eat our dead—our language loves a cannibal. We don’t just win at sports, we kill the other team; we demolish them; we devour our opponents. To express our appreciation for a baby’s cuteness, we say we could eat her up. When we have sex, we ravish our lovers, nibble their ears, lick their vulvas, or swallow their cocks. Gleeful, we banquet on flesh.”
― Chelsea G. Summers, A Certain Hunger

“Preverbal, love is the smell of a known body, the touch of a recognized hand, the blurred face in a haze of light. Words come, and love sharpens.”
― Chelsea G. Summers, A Certain Hunger

“The spirit goes sluggish when you neglect the passions.' 'My spirit is fine.' 'Then you're going sadly wrong. You're young. Your spirit shouldn't be fine. It should be effervescent.”
― Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer