The Saucy Wenches Book Club

“Son, you’ve become a permanent affliction. Like plaque psoriasis, or pubic rot.” “Mom would raise hell if she heard you talk like that.” “Her suffering is over, thank God. Mine isn’t.” ~ Carl Hiaasen, Fever Beach

They came for you, she says. They came and they died. And you don’t know how to feel about that. Or you’re feeling many things right now. All these things that humans love to write poems about. Have you ever listened to a poem? That’s how humans really sing, isn’t it? ~ Paul Yoon, Etna

Wynn thought that if wolves sang, and coyotes, and elk and birds, and wind, and we, too, it was probably in response to a music we didn’t know we could hear. ~ Peter Heller, The River

“Lionesses. Us. Can’t you just see it Ellie? Someday, you and me — we’ll do great things. We’ll live life for ourselves. And we will help others. We are cubs now, maybe. But we will grow to be lionesses. Strong women who will make things happen.” ~ Marjan Kamali, The Lion Women of Tehran

“I think he got dicked by the dangling dong of destiny, that’s what I think.” ~ Sally Hepworth, Mad Mabel

Don said, “You never believed in fate.” Rodney snorted. “No. You and me? We weren’t destined to be. We’re here because we worked for it. We worked hard. We survived some of the worst things people can live through. It’s not fate. It was you and me who did it. No one and nothing else.” ~ T.J. Klune, We Burned So Bright