It was growing dark, and somehow the shadows made it feel as if all the trees had taken a collective step towards the house, edging in to shut out the sky.—Ruth Ware, In a Dark, Dark Wood
The realization that he was utterly powerless was like the blow of a sledgehammer, yet it was curiously calming as well.—Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being
People don’t always want to be with people. It gets tiring.—Emma Donoghue, Room
Claire wondered about her youth. This was it, she supposed, and it seemed that it would go on and on and on. It wasn’t a pleasant thought. It was like walking across a desert without a hat.—Cheryl Strayed, Torch
Fear dims when you learn things.—Lois Lowry, Son
I decided to junk the whole honors program and be an ordinary English major. I went to look up the requirements of an ordinary English major at my college.
There were a lot of requirements, and I didn’t have half of them. One of the requirements was a course in the eighteenth century. I hated the very idea of the eighteenth century, with all those smug men writing tight little couplets and being so dead keen on reason.—Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
The joke is, we all have the same punchline.—Chuck Palahniuk, Survivor