Beth

“I’d have known what that meant, when I was young,” he said, sounding strange, and sad. “Do you ever feel like your whole life happened to you in languages you don’t speak any more?” That hit me deeper than I expected. “All the time. What is it?” “I’ve forgotten,” he said, apologetic.”
― Natasha Pulley, The Hymn to Dionysus

“He’s like wine. If you describe what he does, he seems awful, but if it’s happening to you, it’s lovely.” “There speaks an intoxicated man.”
― Natasha Pulley, The Hymn to Dionysus

“When someone is that calm in a crisis, either they don’t know what’s happening, or you don’t.”
― Natasha Pulley, The Hymn to Dionysus

“felt like an old candle that had sat forgotten on a shelf for years, frozen into the same lumpy awkward shape, dull with dust, but now here was the fire again, and I was softening and changing and finding I didn’t have to be that cold shape forever, and the wax was turning warm and bright again. He’d burn me away altogether before long, but it was worth it.”
― Natasha Pulley, The Hymn to Dionysus