Rita C.

“I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“I’m going to love her in all the quiet ways, the slow ways, the loud and obnoxious ways.”
― B.K. Borison, Lovelight Farms