Lori

“Don’t misunderstand me; I don’t want to die alone, but spending quality time with myself 60 to 70 percent of the day is my idea of mecca.”
― Issa Rae, The Misadventures of Awkward Black Girl

“Tess is a bit shy," her mother used to tell people in an audible whisper, her hand over her mouth. "Gets it from her father, I'm afraid." Tess had heard the cheerful disrespect in her mother's voice and had come to believe that any form of shyness was wrong- morally wrong, in fact. You should want to go to parties. You should want to be surrounded by people. No wonder she felt so ashamed of her shyness, as if it were an embarrassing physical ailment that needed to be hidden at all costs.”
― Liane Moriarty, The Husband's Secret

“One, I was an asshole in eleventh grade. Ask literally anyone…. Two is still that I was an asshole. I hadn’t given any serious thought to geopolitical realities. I was just talking big- and taking the stance that matched my outfits.”
― Rainbow Rowell, Slow Dance

“Cary felt like he’d spent his whole life trying to close his arms around her and never quite succeeding…. Could he stop trying to have Shiloh- and just have her? Be with her. Plan around her. Know she was his, even from ten thousand miles away. Cary wanted to feel settled. He wanted to feel locked down. Shiloh was a light in the distance. She was an ache he’d been feeling since he was thirteen. An itch. She was a finger hooked into every torn seam, tugging- and Cary was made of torn seams. Just a poorly stitched human being. He’d only known how to want Shiloh, never how to have her. Could he just- Could he finally- relax?”
― Rainbow Rowell, Slow Dance