Steve

“Suddenly revenge is so close he can actually taste it. It tastes like steak, rare.”
― Margaret Atwood, Hag-Seed

“So Ruth cried and Maggie learned right then and there that a toubab woman's tears were the most potent of potions; they could wear down stone and make people of all colors clumsy, giddy, senseless, soft. What, then, was the point of asking, "So why didn't you tell the truth?”
― Robert Jones Jr., The Prophets

“He saw a valley, over which hung a low, orange sky. All the lines of this world were indistinct and the shadows were blurred, cast by some alien light. In the valley there were no houses, no traces of humanity, not a single clump of nettles or a wild currant bush was growing. There was no stream, though the place where one used to be was overgrown with thick, hard, tawny grass, like a scar. There was no day in this world, and no night either. The orange sky kept shining all the time - neither warm nor cold, motionless and indifferent. The hill was still covered in forest, but when he looked at it closely he could see that it was dead; at some point it had hardened and turned to stone. Pinecones hung on the spruce trees, and their branches were still covered in ashen needles, because there was no wind to scatter them. He had a terrible foreboding that if an sort of movement were to occur in this landscape the forest would come crashing down and turn to dust.”
― Olga Tokarczuk, House of Day, House of Night

“There are no lines. For everything is a circle, turning back on itself endlessly. This is not to make you dizzy, but to give you the chance to get it right the next time.”
― Robert Jones Jr., The Prophets