Sophia

“But I wasn't sure. I wasn't sure at all. How did I know that someday- at college, in Europe, somewhere, anywhere - the bell jar, with its stifling distortions, wouldn't appear again?”
― Sylvia Plath

“You don't have to explain,' I say, though all I want is a detailed explanation with an accompanying PowerPoint presentation.”
― Rachel Lynn Solomon, The Ex Talk

“Religious fervor whipped the churches into a frenzy, and I often heard people talking in hushed whispers about the end of days when I slipped into the chapel to pray in the evening. My piety was a sporadic, haalf-feral thing, sometimes lashing out at God with teeth baed, other times nuzzling against His loving providence like a kitten, but prayer steadied me. Whether I was talking to myself or something more, it brought me peace. The world we had all known, it seemed, was drawing to a close.”
― S.T. Gibson

“War is the whetstone that grinds down all sense, all humanity.”
― S.T. Gibson, A Dowry of Blood