Christine

“She died that night. Her last breath took her soul, I saw it in my dream. I saw her soul leave her body as she exhaled, and then she had no more needs, no more reason; she was released from her body, and, being released, she continued her journey elsewhere, high in the firmament where soul material gathers and plays out all the dreams and joys of which we temporal beings can barely conceive, all the things what are beyond our comprehension, but even so, are not beyond our attainment if we choose to attain them, and believe that we truly can.”
― Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain

“never from ones grounded in evidence, and so no sober”
― Derek B. Miller, Norwegian by Night

“With all the Kindles and iPads these days, there’s no more peeking at dust jackets; we’ve lost the ability to assess total strangers according to the books in their hands. How are you supposed to judge a book by its cover if it doesn’t have one?”
― Katie Hafner, The Boys