1. Do you know what she’ll have instead of her father? Your suicide note. Did you think of that when you wrote it, that those words would shadow her whole life?
    — Ava Dellaira (Love Letters to the Dead)
  2. He never dreamed. But even if he had dreamed, even if dreamlike images arose from the edges of his mind, they would have found nowhere to perch on the slippery slopes of his consciousness, instead quickly sliding off, down into the void.
    — Haruki Murakami (Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki And His Years of Pilgrimage)
  3. There was something between me and the world right then. I saw it like a big sheet of glass, too thick to break through. I could make new friends, but they could never know me, not really, because they could never know my sister, the person I loved most in the world. And they could never know what I’d done. I would have to be okay standing on the other side of something too big to break through.
    — Ava Dellaira (Love Letters to the Dead)
  4. When we did fall into bed together or into each other’s arms, pressing our bodies together skin to skin, it was out of desperation, a longing to somehow rediscover what was familiar and what was good. But what used to feel like a communion only emphasized our grief and eventually we had stopped trying altogether.
    — Cristina Henriquez (The Book of Unknown Americans)
  5. His eyes were like your voice—keys to a place in me that could burst open.
    — Ava Dellaira (Love Letters to the Dead)
  6. He reminds me that the air isn’t just something that’s there. It’s something you breathe in.
    — Ava Dellaira (Love Letters to the Dead)
  7. Cities," Bob’s father once told him, "aren’t run from the capitol building. They’re run from the cellar. The First City? The one you see? That’s the clothes they put over the body to make it look better. But the Second City is the body. That’s where they take the best and sell the women and the dope and the kinda TVs and couches and things a working man can afford. Only time a working man hears from the First City is when it’s fucking him over. But the Second City is all around him every day his whole life.
    — Dennis Lehane (The Drop)
  8. That night, he paused on the sidewalk, feeling the ink sky above him and the cold in his fingers, and he closed his eyes against the evening.

    He was used to it. He was used to it.

    It was okay.

    You could make a friend of it, as long as you didn’t fight it.

    -Dennis Lehane (The Drop)

  9. Is falling in love with someone’s story the same thing as falling in love with the person himself?
    — Ally Condie (Matched)
  10. She had spent too much time living in her house, too much time using its walls like her own skin.
    — Gwendolen Gross (When She Was Gone)