The nothings, the nobodies/ Anthony Doerr
“There are two kinds of death,” he says, the clouds of his breath plunging out into the cold. “You can fight like a lion. Or you can go as easy as lifting a hair from a cup of milk. The nothings, the nobodies—they die easy.”
What you hate them for/ Ann Tyler
His great-aunt had disapproved of Mercy. She hadn’t actually said so; she’d merely spoken against marriage in general. “I just want to warn you,” she’d said, “that the quality you marry a person for will end up being what you hate them for, most often.” Robin knew she was referring to Mercy’s “high-class manner,” as […]
