"You will live to love again. You know you have lost your springtime girl, your Molly on the beach with the wind in her brown hair and red cloak. You have been gone too long from her, and too much has ..."
- Robin Hobb
"Water begins to boil in the kettle; it starts as a private, secluded sound, pure as rain, and grows to a steady, solipsistic bubbling."
- Amit Chaudhuri
"Oh, hey, kettle, I’m pot and wow, you’re black.” - Owen"
- Olivia Cunning