Ray Morgan

“The world had taken a deep breath and was having doubts about continuing to revolve.”
― Maya Angelou, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

“Was love then like a bag of assorted sweets passed around from which one might choose more than once? Some might sting the tongue, some invoke night perfume. Some had centers as bitter as gall, some blended honey and poison, some were quickly swallowed. And among the common bull's-eyes and peppermints a few rare ones; one or two with deadly needles at the heart, another that brought clam and gentle pleasure. Were his fingers closing on that one?”
― Annie Proulx, The Shipping News

“The long horizon, the lunging, clotted sea like a swinging door opening, closing, opening.”
― Annie Proulx

“What he could bear in the waking world he could not by night and he sat awake for fear the dream would return.”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Road