Donn Hussaini

“Little as she was addicted to solitude, there had come to be moments when it seemed a welcome escape from the empty noises of her life.”
― Edith Wharton, The House of Mirth

“There was no going back now. Rubber and metal could only take so much. The car could shatter and send its passengers into an elemental distillation of rock, flesh, blood, and ash. Alchemy, thought Mary, grimly. Too much bloody alchemy.”
― Susan Rowland, The Alchemy Fire Murder

“Men have a kind of... well, an 'eel' on them... It isn't an eel really, but pretending it's an eel makes things so much easier. Here's the thing: this eel spends its entire life trying to find a home, and what do you think women have inside them? Caves, where the eels like to live.

You may not know this about eels, but they're quite territorial. When they find a cave they like, they wriggle around inside it for awhile to be sure that... well to be sure it's a nice cave, I suppose. And when they've made up their minds that it's comfortable, they mark the cave as their territory, by spitting.

Men like doing this very much. There are even men who do little in their lives besides search for different caves to let their eels live in.”
― Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha

“Okāsan,”
― Alan Brennert, Moloka'i