Kao

“I find things hidden in books: dried flowers, locks of hair, tickets, labels, receipt, invoices, photographs, postcards, all manner of cards. I find letters, unpublished works by the ordinary, the anguished, the illiterate. Clumsily written or eloquent, they are love letters, everyday letters, secret letters and mundane letters talking about fruit and babies and tennis matches, from people signing themselves as Majorie or Jean....I can't bring myself to dispose of these snippets and snapshots of lives that once meant (or still do mean) so much.”
― Louise Walters, Mrs. Sinclair's Suitcase

“When I wake up, I open my eyes very slowly, so anything that may be in my room has a chance to hide.”
― Fran Krause, Deep Dark Fears

“What?" she asks, but I don't answer. Instead I kiss her, one time, and try to tell her in that single gesture everything that she'll forget as soon as she turns away. I tell her I love her. I tell her I'll miss her. And then I let her go.”
― Kendare Blake, Girl of Nightmares

“We all go a little mad sometimes.”
― Robert Bloch, Psycho