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“I think sometimes of the "closet", the place, the word and its attachments. A closet, after all, is a small space. It exists within a home, but it is starved. There is no light in there, no air, no room to fuck, no place to sleep. It is safe, for a time, perhaps. But a body in there will erode. Until its flesh is all gone and it becomes a secret of bones. To come out is to escape the secret, to stretch your limbs and bathe your skin in light. Sometimes. Because to come out can also be a sharper death, a quicker death. Total obliteration.

Either way, to come out is always the end of something.”
― Dylin Hardcastle, A Language of Limbs

“I don't want to be alone, I said. I don't understand why I am here alone.”
― Nell Stevens, Briefly, A Delicious Life

“Sometimes Maggie has to fight the urge to say to this boy who knows next-to-nothing, Yes, fine. You have a point. I agree, actually. There ought to be more to life than washing machines and emails and remembering to put out the recycling on the right day. But life is also this. It is all of this.”
― Claire Lynch, Un asunto de familia [A Family Matter]

“Because a love that never could be, is now the love that never was.”
― Dylin Hardcastle, A Language of Limbs