Danielle

“Maybe Sandy was right, and she was a saint, and saints were universally despised by their families.”
― Anne Patchett

“Christine had gone into the city archives, found them in an old City of Edmonton telephone book. Her family was in a book. Her family and herself were defined by a street, an avenue, and a phone number. This line of type will rearrange itself into a story of ghosts in that place. A story of her ghost. Christine thought of herself as a child, with no idea of the world but all the ideas of the world. Maybe this was her dream self. She wasn't sure anymore.”
― Wendy McGrath, Broke City

“I have always loved the feel of books, the way they give a literal weight to words and make of them a sacred object I can hold. I'd made my own books as soon as I'd learned to write, tying sheets of construction paper together with ribbon to make a spine, then inscribing my name on the frontispiece in the most ceremonial script I could manage.”
― Nathasha Trethewey

“Llew puts the lid down without comment, pushes the stool back. There is a fluidity to his movements, despite his size, that tells me he has never had to fold himself into s hidden thing, and I wonder what that must be like, to know his body is irreproachable.”
― Sophie Mackintosh, The Water Cure