Kate

“You get used to marvelous things. You take them for granted. You can try not to, but you do. There’s too much wonder, that’s all. It’s everywhere.”
― Stephen King, Later

“I tried to remain with the song, but my mind was already telling me that something breaks when you’re away so long: ties and modes of being and days — the days themselves, they shatter in halves — and so much else I can't describe. And other things are born too, but those become unkind to share, because they help only to remind us and those we have left of what has been erased in their place. And so you keep your mouth shut because you don't want to admit how different you have become. This is why it is perfectly reasonable never to come back (don't let anyone tell you otherwise), although I wish you would.”
― Hisham Matar, My Friends

“Where was the couple that saw each other clearly? In the endless parade of suburban conformity that seemed to be Lucy and Greg’s marriage? In the tedious variations on betrayal and disillusionment that brought a never-ending stream of clients to his door? In the willfully blind allegiance of Leonora Quine to a man whose every fault had been excused because “he’s a writer,” or the hero worship that Kathryn Kent and Pippa Midgley had brought to the same fool, trussed like a turkey and disemboweled?

Strike was depressing himself.”
― Robert Galbraith (pseud. J.K. Rowling)

“I automatically started thinking about what I’d do if I had to prove I was sane. I’d like to think that just being my normal, essentially sane self would be enough, but I’d probably behave in such an overly polite and helpful and competent manner I’d come across like a mad butler with panic in his eyes.”
― Jon Ronson, The Psychopath Test