"Deep inside, she knew who she was, and that person was smart and kind and often even funny, but somehow her personality got lost somewhere between her heart and her mouth, and she found herself saying the wrong thing or, more often, nothing at all."
"Bubble gum angels swooped from top margins or scraped their wings between teeming paragraphs, maidens with golden hair dripped sea blue tears into the books spine, grape-colored whales spouted blood around a newspaper item (pasted in) listing arrivals to the endangered species list. Six hatchlings cried from shattered shells near an entry made on Easter. Cecilia had filled the pages with a profusion of colors and curlicues, candyland ladders and striped shamrocks." - Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides
"A flower left out.
My bones hold a stillness, the far
Fields melt my heart.
To let me through to a heaven
Starless and fatherless, a dark water." - Sylvia Plath, excerpt from Sheep in Fog
"We sat there for 12 minutes, on the noisy rocker chairs; without muttering a word, listening to the vague humming of raindrops and sea waves. I asked her which one she preferred; the rain or the sea. She told me that the sea and the rain give birth to each other and that’s what makes them equally beautiful so she loves them both." - M. Melia, An Aureate Aubade