Sandra

“I wish we could go back to that moment. The discovering each other phase. The addictive self-revelation through another's eyes phase.”
― Vivek Shraya, The Subtweet

“something that at first sight appeared to be the luminous bones of some massive, extinct creature, now disinterred, with its ribs gathered into a neat bundle around the thick stump of a massive spinal column which time and the elements had polished to such a cool ceramic gloss that if I were to leave my hand on it I would have been surprised if it felt like anything other than glass”
― Mike McCormack, Solar Bones

“The facts of things do not store well. They rot and fall apart. But the stories we tell last and even grow.”
― Ananda Braxton-Smith, Merrow

“Oh, the pathos of it! - haggard, drawn into fixed lines of unutterable sadness, with a look of loneliness, as of a soul whose depth of sorrow and bitterness no human sympathy could ever reach. The impression I carried away was that I had seen, not so much the President of the United States, as the saddest man in the world.”
― George Saunders, Lincoln in the Bardo