Affection makes fools. Always, without exception, love digs a channel that's sooner or later flooded by the briny water of despair.
Sonya HartnettMy life was pouring out my feet and seeping through cracks in the floor; yet still I knelt and did not move, for fear she'd let go my hands. Let me stay, I wanted to beg: Please don't make me go.
Sonya HartnettA small town is nothing but eyes and gaping maw; it pecks at its own like a flock of vicious birds.
Sonya Hartnett