“I haven't cried. But sometimes I feel as if my veins are leaking, as if my body is overwhelmed, as if I'm… — Sarah Winman Copy Share Image
As she cried, I could feel growing there, as had once before, a presence between us: the tiny perfect form of Sherry… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
A smack on my face a slit on my wrists When everyday ends I feel like this I'm sick of my heart… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“But I'm not dead!" Tereza cried. "I can still feel!" "So can we," the corpses laughed.” — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
