Helen

“I am myself indifferent honest,” I admitted. “But yet I could accuse me of such things that it were better my mother had not borne me. What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves, all. Believe none of us.”
― M.L. Rio, If We Were Villains

“People the world had broken in some ineffable way, the same way my uncle had been broken, the same way we all end up a bit broken—a collection of small hurts, hairline cracks in the foundation—who were only looking for something to give their lives meaning, hope, or at least help deal with the confusion. Some of us find it in faith, some in science, and some in the lightless places between those pole stars.”
― Craig Davidson, The Saturday Night Ghost Club

“But the mind is a truth-seeking organ. To use that old cliché about our hearts, it wants what it wants.”
― Craig Davidson, The Saturday Night Ghost Club

“That’s what his eyes were like: the night on the printed page. Blacker than the night outside the bus, the real and tangible night awaiting them here—”
― Silvia Moreno-Garcia, Velvet Was the Night