Star

“«... en todo caso, había un solo túnel, oscuro y solitario: el mío.»”
― Ernesto Sábato, El túnel

“It’s always the quiet ones,” the cliché goes. And like many clichés, there’s some truth to it. But sometimes I wonder: what comes first? Do those “quiet ones” become capable of committing an atrocity because they’re shunned? Or are they shunned because there’s already a sense of what they’re capable of? —Special Agent Peter Arliss, In the Dark with the Devil: One Heroic FBI Agent’s Ground Zero Account of the Arroyo Easter Massacre”
― Nat Cassidy, Mary: An Awakening of Terror

“MY MEMORIES OF THE UNIVERSITY faded quickly. The scratch of pencils on paper, the clack of a projector moving to the next slide, the peal of the bells signaling the end of class—all were drowned out by the clatter of iron and the roar of diesel engines. After a month in the junkyard, BYU seemed like a dream, something I’d conjured. Now I was awake.”
― Tara Westover, Educated

“Once you had rent and food covered, all the money in the world couldn’t bring you what mattered. But it sure as hell could make life without it easier”
― Sara Gran, The Book of the Most Precious Substance