Devi

“I'll go." said Harold. Everyone stared at him. 
"What? I'm a yellow belt in Krav Maga." he said. "My survival skills are second to none."
"How is making paper swans going to help?" asked Rona, wrinkling her forehead.
Midge blinked, "Krav Maga is a martial art, used by the Israeli military, I believe you're thinking of origami.”
― Emma Mason, Murder Most Haunted

“Yes,’ he said, ‘the stories are breathing.”
― Evie Woods, The Lost Bookshop

“Now they were as strangers; nay, worse than strangers, for they could never become acquainted. It was a perpetual estrangement.”
― Evie Woods, The Lost Bookshop

“Joan felt, so acutely, that the incurable problem with life was that nothing was ever in balance. That she could not have toddler Frances and fifth-grade Frances at the same time. She could not meet adult Frances and have a moment to hold baby Frances all at once. You could not have a little of everything you wanted.
Joan tried to remind herself that when Frances had been younger, she had held France's little hand every single chance she got. When Frances has been a baby, she had smelled hair sometimes for whole minutes at a time. She had been present for all of it. Didn't that mean that she would not grieve its loss, since she had voraciously and self-indulgently taken all of it that was offered?
No. It did not.
She still ached for every version of Frances.
But to love Frances was to be always saying goodbye to the girl Frances used to be and falling in love again with the girl Frances was becoming.
She missed every Frances she known. But oh, this Frances. This lanky, gangly, whip-smart Frances, with her ears pierced and a Cyndi Lauper T-shirt on, this Frances was a gift Joan would one day miss, too.”
― Taylor Jenkins Reid, Atmosphere