Ray Morgan

“On the opposite end of the sidewalk, a large woman in her sixties collapsed. Immediately, two people rushed to the woman's side, gingerly tending to her, touching her shoulders and face, speaking to her as though she were their mother—a cherished one—and Joan understood that human tenderness was not to be mocked. It was the last real thing.”
― Tess Gunty, The Rabbit Hutch

“The thorn from the bush one has planted, nourished, and pruned, pricks most deeply and draws more blood”.”
― Maya Angelou, All God's Children Need Traveling Shoes

“Suddenly, she understands why people kill each other. Blinded by the worst neurotransmitter chemicals, anger pitching through her body, she approaches the driver's door without a plan. To her surprise, a toddler dozes in the backseat.

"You look exactly like the street," the driver repeats. "That's not my problem."

"Really?" She retorts. "You're going to dig your heels into an argument that's as obscene as it is idiotic?"

"Bitch," he says, then rolls up his window.

"You were not adequately loved," she says, then runs across the street to the gas station.”
― Tess Gunty, The Rabbit Hutch

“To which the bride, throwing aside her veil, answered firmly:
"No! not if he were the last man and I the last woman on the face of the earth, and the human race were about to become extinct, and the angel Gabriel came down from above to ask it of me as a personal favor."
The effect of this outburst, this revelation, this explosion, may be imagined but can never be adequately described.”
― E.D.E.N. Southworth, The Hidden Hand