The implacability and violence of nature always awed him. That it could be entirely heedless and yet so beautiful. That awed him. But also its intricate intelligence. Its balancings. Its quiet compensations. It was like some unnamed justice permeated everything ... the workings of nature made the voracious, self-satiating intelligence of humans seem of the lowest order, not the highest. ~ Peter Heller, The River
“...the wind sings through your very blood. You cannot be caged. You cannot be broken. They lock you away because they fear you.” ~ Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Splintered Harmony
“We sluggalos have a code. That code is unity, support, family, and kneecapping bitches .” ~ Matt Dinniman, A Parade of Horribles ( Dungeon Crawler Carl #8)
“You worry too much. Ginny has butterflies in her stomach from staring at Edgar, that’s all. Maybe she feels a bit out of sorts, but a love affair does that sometimes; it drives you mad for a season.” ~ Silvia Moreno-Garcia, The Bewitching
The movies loved cold-eyed assassins and flinty lone wolves. But the world needed people who wept and fought on, saps and suckers and fools who had their hearts broken but kept loving anyway, women who knew how to work magic with nothing but water and flour, a little salt, and a will that could grind iron to dust. ~ Leigh Bardugo, Dead Beat