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"How frightening it would be to die, but how great a relief to sleep forever."
Kat Dunn, Hungerstone.
"To be a woman is a horror I can little comprehend."
Kat Dunn, Hungerstone.
“I wish it was different, I wish I was different.’
There is a soft silence. I feel his heart breaking, I feel him thinking, and he hugs me tighter.
'I don't. Then you wouldn't be my Lucy."
Chloe Michelle Howarth, Sunburn.
“Why would I let them confirm my worst fear: that we are not a normal couple at all, but one strange sin spread across two people?”
Chloe Michelle Howarth, Sunburn.
Sunburn, Chloe Michelle Howarth
"You light a fire early in your girlhood. You stoke it and tend it. You protect it at all costs. You don’t let it rage into a mountain of light, because that’s not becoming of a girl.
You keep it secret. You let it burn. You look into the eyes of other girls and see their fires flickering there, offer conspiratorial nods, never speak aloud of a near-unbearable heat, a growing
conflagration."
Nightbitch, Rachel Yoder.
“Couldn’t sleep, she says. She wishes, for a moment, that her friend would ask her why. That someone would notice, or care.”
Claire Daverley, Talking At Night.
“The truth is we’re all scared. We’re terrified of each other. I’m terrified of myself—and of my mother in me. Is her madness in my blood? Is it? Am I going to—
No. Stop. Stop”
Alex Michaelides, The Silent Patient.
“At night when I lie awake I can hear it, quiet but unrelenting, undeniable: a whisper in my head, Slip away.”
The Girl on the Train, Paula Hawkins.
"It will never feel as intense as the first time. At least, that’s the way I remember it. That’s why my mother always said we memorialize our past. Everything seems better in a memory."
Renee Carlino, Before We Were Strangers.
"“I didn’t know it then, but it was too late—I had internalized my father, introjected him, buried him deep in my unconscious. No matter how far I ran, I carried him with me wherever I went.”
Alex Michaelides, The Silent Patient.
“...When she removes her makeup, taking off her brave face for the day, do the demons she keeps buried start playing with her when there’s no one else to play with?”
Penelope Douglas, Punk 57.
"But it is a lonely thing, to be forgotten. To remember when no one else does.
I remember, whispers the darkness, almost kindly, as if he’s not the one who cursed her."
V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life Of Addie LaRue.
"I miss you,” she said, her voice cracking a little. Maybe she thought those words would break through to my heart. I’d been taking Nembutals all day."
Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year Of Rest And Relaxation.
“God, I love that.”
“Your name?”
“Only when you say it.”
“Aaron? Or Warner?”
His eyes close. He tilts his head back against the wall. Dimples.”
Tahereh Mafi, Unreval Me (Shatter Me Series).
“The reason he had to keep wiping their memories was because it didn’t matter how many times he reset the story or remade the introductions— Aaron always fell in love with her. Every time.”
Tahereh Mafi, Defy Me (Shatter Me Series).
"...when I’d slept enough, I’d be okay. I’d be renewed, reborn. I would be a whole new person, every one of my cells regenerated enough times that the old cells were just distant, foggy memories. My past life would be but a dream, and I could start over without regrets, bolstered by the bliss and serenity that I would have accumulated in my year of rest and relaxation."
Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year Of Rest And Relaxation.