" He leaned over and kissed me — not for the first time, but it still felt like something. Like something I don't remember having felt before, or at least for a long time. Like a door had been opened that had been shut so long ago that I forgot it was there, and whatever was behind that door was younger and brighter and less burdened than what I'd becom "

― Sara Gran , Claire DeWitt and the Bohemian Highway (Claire DeWitt Mysteries, #2)