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”
[“Thank you,” Stephen said, “for saving me.”]
Then he pushed the buttons.
— Maureen Johnson, from The Boy in the Smoke
And God says to me:
God is I.
Daniil Kharms, from “Untitled, September 14, 1931” in Today I Wrote Nothing: The Selected Writings, trans. by Matvei Yankelevich
And at last, faintly, falling: this day’s over.
— Ian McEwan, from Saturday