Best 3 quotes of Shveta Thakrar on MyQuotes

Her arms went around herself, but no matter how tightly she pressed, it came nowhere near a hug.

The sweet-tart mango dribbled cool juices over her eager lips, while the plump cherries burst between her teeth.

When you put yourself on the page, but it will never be good enough for anyone else, when your raw, bloody heart's smashed into letters and words and paragraphs--can't they see the gore still dripping? What more do they want?-- and none of it matters?