Linh

“Her world fragmented into dozens of sharp, cutting shards, shedding the salty blood and saltier tears that ringed the bitter cocktail of her despair. She was caterpillar and butterfly, both, caught in a cocoon of raw nerves and open sores; she was insanity, wrapped up in the thin, transient wrappings of a temporary lucidity; and she was afraid, because an innate desire lay in the bottom reaches of her psyche for the very poison that was killing her.”
― Nenia Campbell, Terrorscape

“That's the problem with life. You never get enough time to stare at your ceiling and try to figure out what's going on.”
― Leila Sales, This Song Will Save Your Life

“The mind I love must have wild places.”
― Katherine Mansfield

“I remember Lena's expression when he knocked on the door; and how Alex had looked at her when she finally let him into the storeroom. I remember exactly what he was wearing, too, and the mess of his hair, the sneakers with their blue-tinged laces. His right shoe was untied. He didn't notice.
He didn't notice anything but Lena.”
― Lauren Oliver, Requiem