Monday, September 29, 2014

"They must have been familiar sights, walking around that shopping plaza in their shirts and ballerina slippers that always scuffed the sidewalk, with charm bracelets jingling on their thin wrists; they would lean together to whisper and laugh secretly if someone passed by who amused or interested them."

-Joyce Carol Oates, "Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?"

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

"Drunk, Jane spoke as though she were Nancy Drew." 
-Michael Chabon The Mysteries of Pittsburgh

Friday, September 12, 2014

"His room smelled of Lysol, cooked grease, and age."  

- Maya Angelou, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

“Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a scattering of brown slowly recede into the walls as we walked into the next room: live roaches.” 
 - Jean Kwok, Girl in Translation

Sunday, September 7, 2014

"She could not fall asleep in a room when the closet door was open; she did not like to see the dresses hanging there." - John Irving A Widow for One Year