Rock Paper Scissors

Ένα σπίτι που δεν μπορείς να πάψεις να κοιτάζεις, όσο κι αν σε πληγώνει.

I lived at number twenty-three Blenheim Road for five years, blissfully happy and utterly wretched. I can’t look at it now. That was my first home. Not my parents’ place, not a flatshare with other students, my first home. I can’t bear to look at it. Well, I can, I do, I want to, I don’t want to, I try not to. Every day I tell myself not to look, and every day I look. I can’t help myself, even though there is nothing I want to see there, even though anything I do see will hurt me.

Το κορίτσι του τρένου · Paula Hawkins

Ο πρώτος κανόνας της συνταξιοδότησης, από όσους δεν συνταξιοδοτούνται ποτέ.

You remember the first rule of retirement, George? No moonlighting, no fooling with loose ends, no private enterprise, ever. You remember who preaches this rule, at Sarratt, in the corridors? George Smiley did. Quote, “When it’s over, it’s over. Pull down the shutters, go home,” unquote. We’re over, George. We’ve got no license. They don’t want us anymore.

Smiley's People · John le Carré

The part of poverty that people who haven't lived it miss.

Because here’s the thing about being poor—most people don’t understand it unless they’ve been there themselves. They don’t know what a fragile balancing act it is to stay afloat and that if, God forbid, you momentarily slip underwater, how hard it is to resurface.

Lock Every Door · Riley Sager