“Somewhere in the world at that moment, there was a birth, a death, a sunrise, and a sunset. There was despair, and a burst of laughter, a promise broken, and a vow made. And there was this kiss.” — Lydia Kang Copy Share Image
“a funeral reminds you to be alive, doesn’t it? It slaps you across the face and points out that there’s still warm blood doing… — Lydia Kang Copy Share
“The terribly tragic outcome of Halsted’s experiments with cocaine was his own addiction. The doctor began injecting cocaine directly into his veins for its… — Lydia Kang Copy Share
“It’s Ovid. The most acceptable gifts . . . are the ones made precious by our love of the giver.” — Lydia Kang Copy Share
“His speed was so mighty that once he accidentally sliced off the testicles of the patient. A free castration, to boot! Another time, he… — Lydia Kang Copy Share
“She had the sort of beauty that left you bleeding internally after gazing for too long.” — Lydia Kang Copy Share
“Heppenheimer’s Shoppe was now the Stars and Stripes, trying to convince its customers that the owners were patriots, begging them not to turn them… — Lydia Kang Copy Share
“Somewhere in the world at that moment, there was a birth, a death, a sunrise, and a sunset. There was despair, and a burst… — Lydia Kang Copy Share
“Today, we now know that overconsumption of gin—or really any alcohol—can also lead to “gin blossoms.” Yes, sometimes that means a late-night dose of… — Lydia Kang Copy Share
“With the Pure Food and Drug Act of 1906, the United States cracked down on false and misleading labels, unsafe ingredients in food, and… — Lydia Kang Copy Share
“It’s Ovid. The most acceptable gifts . . . are the ones made precious by our love of the giver.” Allene” — Lydia Kang Copy Share
“He knew what it was to have orphan status thrust upon you. Like someone had pushed you through a door, locked it, and left… — Lydia Kang Copy Share
“She was astonished at how lies had entirely filtered her vision for the last several weeks. Years, even.” — Lydia Kang Copy Share
“But it was tiring, so tiring to never be in full possession of yourself. She was a woman, after all. It was their lot… — Lydia Kang Copy Share
