Heriberto Noerr

“but my stomach rebelled anew at the sight of the separated chicken leg on my plate, the white knob of bone glistening through the cooked tendons. It didn’t look like food. It looked like a piece of a dismembered corpse. Eating it, I knew, was a practical impossibility.”
― Kelly Braffet, Josie and Jack

“Her problem was that she could not interpret her own feelings for him. Not since before reaching puberty had she lowered her guard to let another person get so close as she had with him. To be quite honest, he had a trying ability to penetrate her defences and to get her to talk about personal matters and private feelings. Even though she had enough sense to ignore most of his questions, she talked about herself in a way that she would never, even under the threat of death, have imagined doing with any other person. It frightened her and made her feel naked and vulnerable to his will.”
― Stieg Larsson, The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo

“Our neighbours had happy childhoods to a man and still feel angry. Perhaps they resent never having had a chance to become perverse …”
― J.G. Ballard, High-Rise

“Bee in my bonnet,” T repeated. “And just how would you really react if you had a bee in your bonnet? I recently got stung by a bee, and having said about thirty conjugations of the word fuck in sixty seconds, I’m thinking having a bee in your headgear wouldn’t lead to the often associated obsessive righteousness but more like flailing hysteria.” She”
― Tanya Thompson, Night of the Rat