Jeanette

“The man had sparse, oily hair parted down the center and that particular style of wiry, unkempt mustache that reached so far from his face it seemed liable to attack passersby.”
― Nathan Harris, The Sweetness of Water

“I recently lost my partner." "Your business partner?" "No. My dog. But not just a dog." "Of course," he said instantly "Some dogs are not just dogs." To my astonishment he clapped his hand over mine and held it there. His face was red and contorted and tears spilled into his beard. I admire those who wear their emotions openly, for I have always concealed mine, and the years of scar tissue and isolation have only served to bury them deeper. "You know this pain," I said. " Oh yes. My beloved Czolgosz. Faithful through all weathers. Except very bad weather. Or any kind of precipitation at all. A light mist and he would become traitorous and seek shelter with whomever. Bu my shadow. A better, kinder shadow.”
― Nathaniel Ian Miller, The Memoirs of Stockholm Sven

“I have heard," Omeir says, "that this is a place that protects books.”
― Anthony Doerr, Cloud Cuckoo Land

“I found that acting the part of a jolly, chatty redneck was useful, not realizing that if you perform a role for long enough, it's who you are in the end.”
― Dan Chaon