Darci Fineout

“One time there was a girl. Her name was Jane. She was a little baby. And she had a blanket. It was a small blanket. It was pink, and soft, and warm. In the morning she woke up. And the first thing she did was to touch the blanket, and it felt soft and warm when she put her fingers on it. Jane loved her pink blanket.”
― Arthur Miller, Jane's Blanket

“Many of these men, and the women too, sometimes even more so, would like to use your heart against you,” she says. “They think it’s a ticking time bomb in your chest, waiting to explode.” “Maybe it is,” Diane blurts out. I look at her. Severin smiles. “Maybe that’s our strength.”
― Megan Abbott, Give Me Your Hand

“Screw you! I’m not going to tell you what I was going to say because I’m a decent woman. But if I wasn’t, you know what I’d say? You know what I’d do to you, you rotten son-of-a-bitch? I’d heist a leg and pee in your ear until it washed out that stinking pile of crap you call brains!”
― Jim Thompson, Pop. 1280

“It is good to remove oneself sometimes and get a sense of perspective from a little further away.”
― Iain Banks, The Wasp Factory