She needed him so seldom, and her tears were so beautiful, and it was fitting, in his opinion, that tears should be shed by somebody over this heavy day’s work.
— Margaret Kennedy, from The Constant Nymph
I breathed to myself, ‘Hold on! I’m coming.’
— Helen Dunmore, from “Three Ways of Recovering a Body”
Would I had the gift to paint the life I had lived!
— Emma Goldman, from Living My Life
They lay face to face in the semi-darkness, and while the great rain-cleansed city beyond the room settled to its softer nocturnal rhythms and their marriage uneasily resumed, she told him in a steady quiet voice of her shame, of the sweet boy’s passion for life, and her part in his death.
— Ian McEwan, from The Children Act
The hammering and the voices and the barking dog grew fainter, and, ‘Oh God,’ he thought, ‘what a bloody silly way to die…’
— Daphne Du Maurier, from “Don’t Look Now”
[But come here, fear.]
I am alive and you are so afraid of dying.
— Joy Harjo, from “I Give You Back”