the well written - donna tartt

To sing, to scream, to dance barefoot in the woods in the dead of night, with no
more awareness of mortality than an animal! These are powerful mysteries. The
bellowing of bulls. Springs of honey bubbling from the ground. If we are strong
enough in our souls we can rip away the veil and look that naked, terrible beauty
right in the face; let God consume us, devour us, unstring our bones.
Then spit us out reborn.

- Donna Tartt, The Secret History

By Amanda Sartor