CoCoCode

Love Ferociously.

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“‘Get your fucking hands off me, goddamn it!’ bellowed Florynce Kennedy, enormous peace sign earrings flying, her head wrapped in a red turban.”

Good and Mad, by Rebecca Traister

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Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.

—Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone, J.K. Rowling

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“Awago Beach is this place.”

This One Summer, Jillian and Mariko Tamaki

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“No one remembers her beginnings.”

Rubyfruit Jungle by Rita Mae Brown

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“Son,

Last Sunday the host of a popular news show asked me what it meant to lose my body.”

Between the World and Me, Ta-Nehishi Coates

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History does not repeat, but it does instruct.

On Tyranny, Timothy Snyder

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The first time I got drunk was on Elijah’s wine.

A Field Guide to Getting Lost, Rebecca Solnit

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“Inspiration is the unforeseen quantity, the muse that assails at the hidden hour.”

- Devotion, Patti Smith

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“On a street in Paris, a woman pauses to light a cigarette.”

- Flâneuse, Lauren Elkin

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You think about being small, A child.

Bestiary, Donika Kelly

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It was late in the Spring when I noticed that a girl was following me, nearly the end of May, a month that means perhaps or might be.

Dietland, Sarai Walker

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Paris is a ceaselessly mythologized city.

Paris in Stride, Jessie Kanelos Weiner and Sarah Moroz

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I have never been comfortable in my own body.

Sick, Porochista Khakpour

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I like the lady horses best.

Bright Dead Things, Ada Limón

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My work is loving the world.

Thirst, Mary Oliver

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Dear Naomi, I've finished the bloody book.

The Power, Naomi Alderman

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In later years, holding forth to an interviewer or to an audience of aging fans at a comic book convention, Sam Clay like to declare, apropos of his and Joe Kavalier's greatest creation, that back when he was a boy, sealed and hog-tied inside the airtight vessel known as Brooklyn, New York, he had been haunted by dreams of Harry Houdini.

The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay, Michael Chabon