Sarah Muncy

“I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“To be made of flesh was humiliation.”
― Alice Munro, Lives of Girls and Women

“So this is how it is,” I thought. “Time just slips away.”
― Haruki Murakami, Novelist as a Vocation

“Then there was no end to the rage and disappointment of Tom Thumb and Hunca Munca.”
― Beatrix Potter, The Tale of Two Bad Mice