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“And anyway, most people didn’t feel the way they were supposed to feel. Love as a sort of catch-all term whose mere invocation was enough, a way to avoid having to acknowledge how you actually felt."
— Emma Cline, The Guest
November 5, 2025 at 2:07 PM
“That’s what they all wanted, wasn’t it? To see, in the face of another, pure acceptance. Simple, really, but still rare enough that people didn’t get it from their families, didn’t get it from their partners, had to seek it out from someone like Alex."
— Emma Cline, The Guest
November 5, 2025 at 2:06 PM
“You were the exception, until you weren’t."
— Emma Cline, The Guest
November 3, 2025 at 12:13 AM
“Was it strange that people loved these creatures that could harm them? Or was it understandable—that they maybe even loved animals more for their restraint, for the way they blessed humans with temporary safety."
— Emma Cline, The Girls
October 15, 2025 at 12:09 AM
“To be part of this amorphous group, believing love could come from any direction. So you wouldn’t be disappointed if not enough came from the direction you’d hoped."
— Emma Cline, The Girls
October 14, 2025 at 5:27 PM
“That was part of being a girl—you were resigned to whatever feedback you’d get. If you got mad, you were crazy, and if you didn’t react, you were a bitch. The only thing you could do was smile from the corner they’d backed you into."
— Emma Cline, The Girls
October 14, 2025 at 3:40 AM
"The silence of the house was a living thing, oppressive and present but also coloring everything with a foreign freedom, filling the rooms like a denser air."
— Emma Cline, The Girls
October 14, 2025 at 3:32 AM
"And that was the difference between me and the black-haired girl—her face answered all its own questions."
— Emma Cline, The Girls
October 14, 2025 at 3:19 AM
"Numbers written on restaurant checks within the confines of restaurants do not follow the same mathematical laws as numbers written on any other pieces of paper in any other parts of the Universe."
— Douglas Adams, Life, the Universe, and Everything
September 13, 2025 at 9:54 PM
“But unlike them and unlike me, you have a perpetual smile lurking at the corners of your mouth because you’ve had a happy childhood.”
— Frances Cha, If I Had Your Face
September 2, 2025 at 2:22 AM
— Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
July 21, 2025 at 1:48 AM
“…what’s your name?”
“I don’t know. Why, do you think I should have one? It seems very odd to give a bundle of vague sensory perceptions a name.”
— Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
July 21, 2025 at 1:44 AM
“Isn’t it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?”
— Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
July 4, 2025 at 2:47 PM
“Your womb was her first home.”
May 25, 2025 at 3:48 AM
“One who could hunger could starve.”
— Octavia Butler, Imago
May 21, 2025 at 11:02 AM
“And then the tears rushed down his cheeks, to make a bouquet under his chin.”
— Toni Morrison, The Bluest Eye
April 19, 2025 at 12:34 AM
“If happiness is anticipation with certainty, we were happy.”
— Toni Morrison, The Bluest Eye
March 28, 2025 at 11:03 PM
“So when I think of autumn, I think of somebody with hands who does not want me to die.”
— Toni Morrison, The Bluest Eye
March 28, 2025 at 9:09 PM
“My mother’s anger humiliates me; her words chafe my cheeks, and I am crying.”
— Toni Morrison, The Bluest Eye
March 28, 2025 at 9:07 PM
“What courtesy did a captive owe beyond what was necessary for self-preservation.”
— Octavia E. Butler, Dawn
March 16, 2025 at 4:51 PM
“It was becoming a habit—this concentration on things behind him. Almost as though there were no future to be had.”
— Toni Morrison, Song of Solomon
February 28, 2025 at 2:13 PM
“But it was the death of that girl—the one who lived in his head—that I mourned when he died.”
— Toni Morrison, Song of Solomon
February 27, 2025 at 2:45 PM
Believe women.
February 18, 2025 at 4:14 AM
True love is someone willingly deep-diving into my Pinterest boards like it’s a research project.
February 14, 2025 at 2:04 PM
“The cicadas were screaming now.”
February 4, 2025 at 5:40 PM