I was scared —
"Come on, Joe!" This time it was Carol. She had changed into denims, probably designed by Edith Head, and she looked flushed and pretty. Joe looked at me. He wanted to look out for me, and suddenly I felt more terrified than at any time since I woke up on that hunting trip up north. After a while, being somebody’s responsibility makes them hate you, and I was scared that Joe might hate me someday. I didn’t know all that then, not at twelve, but I sensed some of it.
— Rage | Stephen King
"He asked, “What makes a writer?” “Well,” I said, “it’s simple. You either get it down on paper, or jump off a bridge."
"My mother had trouble choosing and sticking but she was initially good at everything, particularly anything involving her hands; the bed she made was so perfect that for years I slept on top of the sheets because I did not want to wreck her amazing exactness by putting a body inside it."
The Particular Sadness Of Lemon Cake | Aimee Bender
#the particular sadness of lemon cake
"I said, “Will she be the same?”
The old woman guffawed, as if I had said the funniest thing in the universe. “Nothing’s ever the same,” she said. “Be it a second later or a hundred years. It’s always churning and roiling. And people change as much as oceans.”"
The Ocean at the End of the Lane | Neil Gaiman
#the ocean at the end of the lane
You need to go back to bed.
She scrambled on top of me, sitting Indian-style on my shins, and before I could stop her, the girl leaned in an planted another kiss on me, her hands clasping the sides of my head. I was almost too tired to do anything about it, but managed to grab her shoulders and pull her away.
"You need to go back to bed."
"You don’t think I’m pretty?"
She was inches from my face, really squinting, as if it were a section of a globe she’d never closely inspected before, an ocean filled with strings of unnamed islands.
— Night Film | Marisha Pessl
"The girl gave the most premium of hugs—skinny arms clamped around your neck like zip ties, bony knees bumping against yours. It was like she was trying to get an indelible impression of you to take away with her forever."
Night Film | Marisa Pessl
#the best hugs