The Saucy Wenches Book Club

Everything alive is sentient. To accept this feels not at all like a humiliation of our species, but it is a humbling of sorts. And a precious gift—the kinship of all these sentient others an antidote to our loneliness. ~ Michael Pollan, A World Appears: A Journey into Consciousness

... A feeling that something is coming, waiting to be born, out of this time. Almost physical, like before a period, or a pregnancy, or vomiting. Something is getting ready to resolve itself. ~ Charlotte Wood, Stone Yard Devotional

And yes, I will go into the year as you said: boldly, unapologetically, head up and not taking bullshit from anyone with a penis. ~ Virginia Evans, The Correspondent: A Novel

And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be are full of trees and changing leaves. ~ Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

Some tendency suppressed and kept within decent bounds in my time had been unleashed and any shame about it so intensely rationalized that it no longer occurred to anyone that the swollen ugliness everywhere was a direct result of the heedless indulgence of some pervasive acquisitive hunger. If I might say it that way. Greed , greed, one could taste it in the air. ~ George Saunders, Vigil

“None of this happened, Paul,” she says. “You and I never existed. There is no Antimemetics Division.” ~ qntm, Sam Hughes, There Is No Antimemetics Division