If you’re short on time, that would be the two-word version of our story: we fell // Karen Russell.
You met me at a very strange time in my life // Chuck Palahniuk.
I love you more than my own skin // Frida Kahlo.
I realised what a ridiculous lie my whole life had been // Arthur Miller.
I am large. I contain multitudes // Walt Whitman.
I suppose at one time in my life I might have had any number of stories, but now there is no other. This is the only story I will ever be able to tell // Donna Tartt.
But to be furious, murderously furious, is to be alive // Claire Messud.
I was the lover on the platform, I was the lover on the train. And I was also the train // Lorrie Moore.
The best work that anybody ever writes is the work that is on the verge of embarrassing him, always // Arthur Miller.
I’m not brave anymore darling. I’m broken. They’ve broken me // Ernest Hemingway.
If you can’t save your own life, is it even worth saving? // Rainbow Rowell.
Just like moons and like suns with the certainty of tides, just like hopes springing high, still I rise // Mary Angelou.
Things change, and friends leave. Life doesn’t stop for anybody // Stephen Chbosky.
(He) has this magical abracadabrical ability to transform all his “ifs” into “whens” // Karen Russell.
She felt that nothing could kill her hope now, nothing // Jonathan Franzen.