“Remembering this, he feels the old, hot prickle in his eyes. He thinks, Yes. But it vanishes. His angry heart calls for his attention, a fist on the door of his ribcage, beating.” — Lauren Groff Copy Share Image
“There was a horrible, erratic thumping in my chest, as if a large bird was trapped inside my ribcage and beating itself to death.” — Donna Tartt Copy Share Image
