Allie

“I knew that my warmth and lovely shape were the result of thoughtful and gentle work. Oh please feel it: I am the croissant that felt its own heat and curves and wished to become a woman, and I am that woman from the wish.”
― Jenny Slate, Little Weirds

“Later, standing in the shower with his head bent and water running through his hair, he cried some more. He was like Helen in at least one way; he wanted all this to be a dream. He would have given anything, maybe his very soul, if he could wake up to sunlight lying across his bed like a second coverlet and smell frying bacon downstairs. The tears finally dried up, and he began to feel something other than sorrow and loss—something harder. A kind of bedrock, previously unknown to him. It was a relief to know it was there.”
― Stephen King, The Institute

“She finished the wine. All of it. ‘I miss you,’ she said into the air, as if the spirits of every person she’d loved were in the room with her.”
― Matt Haig, The Midnight Library

“As far as I’m concerned," said Constant, "the Universe is a junk yard, with everything in it overpriced. I am through poking around in the junk heaps, looking for bargains. Every so-called bargain," said Constant, "has been connected by fine wires to a dynamite bouquet." He spat again. "I resign," said Constant.”
― Kurt Vonnegut Jr., The Sirens of Titan