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“A city’s flaws can be endless, and reflect the endless flaws of the people who populate it. To attach identity to love for a place you didn’t ask to be in, and a place that was not ever and will never be “yours,” is a fool’s errand, but it is one I have taken to. Because oh, how I adore knowing the corners of a place. Oh, how I love knowing a story of a building or a park or a church parking lot. A story that only a handful of people know. How I love hearing those stories from other people, from other pockets of this exhausting and dismantling city.”
― Hanif Abdurraqib, A Little Devil in America: Notes in Praise of Black Performance

“She was Delilah Bard, and she would live or die on her own damn— A fist connected with her stomach,”
― V.E. Schwab, A Gathering of Shadows

“She was having a nervous breakdown in Waffle House.”
― Grady Hendrix, How to Sell a Haunted House

“To be honest, I wasn’t particularly sure why I was on the floor. I had simply found myself there. My best guess was that I couldn’t have been bothered to walk to a chair when it was time to sit down.”
― Carissa Orlando, The September House