“Finally, she said: ‘I’m lonely’ — it’s weird but you tell the wolves things, sometimes. You can’t help it, all these old wounds come open and suddenly you’re confessing to a wolf who never says anything back. She said: 'I’m lonely,’ and they ate her in the street.”— Catherynne M. Valente, fantasy-magazine.com
“Are you the type to bottle things up, overshare, or something in between?”— Mélanie Berliet, thoughtcatalog.com