I tipped my head back and closed my eyes. I pictured a sky. It was blue-black, soft and dense as fur. Across and over the expanse of night, into the velvet depths of it, light was scattered, enough for a thousand darknesses.
Gail Honeyman, Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine
“Some days, I feel everything at once. Other days, I feeling nothing at all. I don’t know what’s worse: drowning beneath the waves or dying from the thirst.”