Dholsten

“If you'd told me even a year before...that I'd wind up whispering my sins in the confessional or on my knees saying the rosary, I would've laughed myself cockeyed. More likely pastime?Pole dancer. International spy. Drug mule. Assassin.

I drive under a sky black as graphite to meet my new spiritual director...a bulky Franciscan nun named Sister Margaret, patiently going blind behind fish-tank glasses that magnify her eyes like goggles.”
― Mary Karr, Lit

“She wanted to stay out there, to hang on her branch in the world until the cold had burned down to her bones. She could leave her whitened bones scattered on the snow and depart like light. Whitened bones. A whited sepulcher.”
― Adam Foulds, The Quickening Maze

“The density of the butterflies in the air now gave her a sense of being underwater, plunged into a deep pond among bright fishes.”
― Barbara Kingsolver, Flight Behavior

“Kemp: I demonstrated conclusively this morning that invisibility--
I.M: Never mind what YOU'VE DEMONSTRATED!--I'm starving, said the voice, and the night is--chilly for a man without clothes.”
― H.G. Wells