“This might sound a little nutty, but to write fiction is to live in an invented world with a set of imaginary friends.” — April Lindner Copy Share Image
“This can't be real," he said into my hair. "This has to be an acid flashback." I laughed, delighted to be in his arms.… — April Lindner Copy Share Image
“At the sight of him, I was clutched by a feeling like that precarious moment just past the top of a roller coaster's highest… — April Lindner Copy Share Image
“Let to your own devices, you'd show up for the wedding in overalls," he said. "But they'd be white ones.” — April Lindner Copy Share Image
“Every so often, a lightning flash would reveal us to each other, and the expression on his face - so rapt, so helpless, so… — April Lindner Copy Share Image
“And then I heard Nico's voice. It was a song I've never heard before. I struggled to make out the lyrics. "You were my… — April Lindner Copy Share Image
“I think you'd be much better of marrying ME." "Miss Moore, are you proposing to me?" He affected a shocked tone. "Yes Mr. Rathburn,… — April Lindner Copy Share Image
“Because I do have feelings, and if I were beautiful and talented and famous, I'd make it as hard for you to leave me… — April Lindner Copy Share Image
“I'd inquired him about being safe, he had reached into the drawer of the beside table and drawn out a satin-lined box of condoms.… — April Lindner Copy Share Image
“Don't pull away from me like I disgust you. You'll break my heart. - Nico” — April Lindner Copy Share Image
“What?" He was frowning now. "No bathing suit? Are you sure you're not a nun?" "Some nuns swim.” — April Lindner Copy Share Image
“And then he reached toward me again, this time with both arms, as though he might wrap them around me to give me some… — April Lindner Copy Share Image
