I Am The Messenger
“As I cross the street, Marv is splayed in the front yard like a frozen starjump.
He gets kicked.
By words.
He gets shot.
By Henry Boyd’s pointing finger.”
I Am The Messenger by Markus Zusak pg. 323
The Handmaid’s Tale
“I feel like cotton candy: sugar and air. Squeeze me and I’d turn into a small sickly damp wad of weeping pinky-red.”
from The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood pg. 117
The Handmaid’s Tale
“Time has not stood still. It has washed over me, washed me away, as if I’m nothing more than a woman of sand, left by a careless child too near the water.”
from The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood pg. 296
The Handmaid’s Tale
“There remains a mirror, on the hall wall. If I turn my head so that the white wings framing my face direct my vision towards it, I can see as I go down the stairs, round, convex, a pier glass, like the eye of a fish, and myself in it like a distorted shadow, a parody of something, some fairy-tale figure in a red cloak, descending towards a moment of carelessness that is the same as danger. A Sister, dipped in blood.”
from The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood pg. 11
The English Patient
“Moments before sleep are when she feels most alive, leaping across fragments of the day, bringing each moment into the bed with her like a child with schoolbooks and pencils.”
from The English Patient by Michael Ondaatje pg. 35
The Time Traveler’s Wife
“Time passes and the pain begins to roll in and out as though it’s a woman standing at an ironing board, passing the iron back and forth, back and forth across a white tablecloth.”
from The Time Traveler’s Wife by Audrey Niffenegger pg. 402
The Time Traveler’s Wife
“‘She wrote me a poem,”Clare says, again, in wonder. Tears are streaking down her cheeks. I put my arms around her, and she’s back, my wife, Clare, safe and sound on the shore at last after the shipwreck, weeping like a little girl whose mother is waving to her from the deck of the foundering boat.”
from The Time Traveler’s Wife by Audrey Niffenegger pg. 342
The Time Traveler’s Wife
“I am like a caterpillar in a cocoon of paper; all around me are sketches of sculptures, small drawings that seem like moths fluttering against the windows, beating their wings to escape from this tiny space. “
from The Time Traveler’s Wife by Audrey Niffenegger pg. 284
The Time Traveler’s Wife
“…she smiles in an exhausted but warm sort of way, as though she is a brilliant sun in some other galaxy.”
from The Time Traveler’s Wife by Audrey Niffenegger pg. 170
