Requiem for Innocence Quotes

“The connections between them were like an atonal composition, no key, no rhythm, no form.”
― B.V. Lawson, Requiem for Innocence

“He wore an air of perpetual resignation around him like a fashion accessory.”
― B.V. Lawson, Requiem for Innocence

“Whatever demons she was fighting lay hidden behind a painted mask of rouge and riddles.”
― B.V. Lawson, Requiem for Innocence

“The books were faux antique gold-trimmed sets of classics sold to people who liked the illusion of being well-read rather than the experience of it.”
― B.V. Lawson, Requiem for Innocence

“She traced a pattern across the upper parts of her breasts that erupted above the halter top like a Vesuvius of flesh.”
― B.V. Lawson, Requiem for Innocence

“The house was a pile of boards held up by sheer force of will, as substantial as meringue with a rusty roof topping.”
― B.V. Lawson, Requiem for Innocence

“The modern architecture among the Victorians and Cape Cods was like a prose poem slipped into a book of verse.”
― B.V. Lawson, Requiem for Innocence

“He moved toward them like a grouper being reeled in a fishing line, half jumping, half sliding, seeming to thrash in every direction at the same time.”
― B.V. Lawson, Requiem for Innocence

“It created an odd feeling of being in the middle of a furniture fight-club, the six-seater sofa ready to duke it out with the wall-length armoire.”
― B.V. Lawson, Requiem for Innocence

“Guilt, that necrotizing bacteria of conscience that loves to nibble away at happiness.”
― B.V. Lawson, Requiem for Innocence