Pirmdienas teikumā izceļu teikumu no tā, ko pašlaik lasu vai nesen esmu lasījis.

But when you live with them and love them, you feel the softness going inward, the round-cheeked flesh wobbly as custard, the boneless splay of the tiny hands.

Diana Gabaldon – Dragonfly in Amber (Outlander #2)