Yet she was a woman who bravely played the game of life anyhow – and allowed the game of life to somewhat play her. She was ironic, but not cold. The effect was a survivor who had not lost the ability to feel.

- Vivian describing Edna in Elizabeth Gilbert's City of girls

Neither am I, Negan

The Walking Dead, S10E09

Every morning, I would bait him with a sunny greeting, just to hear his depressed response, which always changed by the day.
 "Good morning, Mr. Herbert!" I would say.
 "The point is debatable," he might respond.
 Or, another day: "Good morning, Mr. Herbert!"
 "I will half allow it."
 Or: "Good morning, Mr. Herbert!"
 "I fail to see your argument."
 Or, my favorite ever: "Good morning, Mr. Herbert!"
 "Oh, you're a satirist now, are you?"

- Elizabeth Gilbert in City of girls

Oh, I can feel you
Even though I haven't touched you
Yeah, that's what love is
- Justin Bieber, 2020


We can't look at each other
We can't touch
But we can feel
- Bent, 1997

staring sorrowfully at nothing
- elizabeth gilbert in city of girls

LUCIANA

Victor, I don't know what's left, where to be, what to fight for.

VICTOR

I see we've been asking ourselves the same questions. I'm at least enjoying myself while I ask them.

Fear The Walking Dead, S04E09

We drank gin fizzes till we forgot how to walk.
- Vivian and Celia in City of girls by Elizabeth Gilbert

There was no focus; there was just a constant search for the vivid. We missed nothing, but we also missed everything.

- Vivian and Celia in City of girls by Elizabeth Gilbert

Call me Ishmael Madame Dagadá

L'amour est un oiseau rebelle
Que nul ne peut apprivoiser
Et c'est bien en vain qu'on l'appelle
S'il lui convient de refuser

You will do foolish things, but do them with enthusiasm.
- Colete in Elizabeth Gilbert's City of Girls

but my heart was a desert landscape filled with mirages and quicksand
- sylvie in jean kwok's searching for sylvie lee

DEANNA

Dolor hic tibi proderit olim.

MICHONE

What does it mean?

DEANNA

Someday this pain will be useful to you.

- Ovid cited in The Walking Dead, S06E08

I held on to the images of their faces, their bodies, their hands, their voices.
- Sylvie in Jean Kwok's Searching for Sylvie

How could I hate him and still wish he were mine?
- Sylvie in Jean Kwok's Searching for Sylvie Lee