She seemed imprisoned in her sadness.
— Sena Jeter Naslund (via jalousie)
She often could not articulate her thoughts; they seemed like objects glimpsed peripherally, skittish and ungraspable, splinters and fragments that would not add up to much if bundled together; they refused to stand still for examination. For this reason, she was largely silent.
— Katherine Min, After The Falls (via booksandbrews)
