| Judy Blume, In the Unlikely Event |
| - Margaret Mitchell, Gone With the Wind |
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I
| Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar |
There are metaphors more real than the people who walk in the street.
The faithful wife is only one phase, one moment, one metamorphosis, one condition.
I am one of billions. I am stardust gathered fleetingly into form. I will be ungathered. The stardust will go on to be other things someday and I will be free.
Laini Taylor, Days of Blood & Starlight
One of the drawbacks about adventures is that when you come to the most beautiful places you are often too anxious and hurried to appreciate them.
I’d hoped once before, that reality could be malleable. But reality was always exactly that—real, no matter what we told ourselves or how many delusions we tried to build. Like sandcastles, they always crumbled.
| -Nicole Peeler, Tempest Reborn |
You seem to have this strange image of me as a lost child, like I’ve just been thrown on the side of the road like garbage, or roadkill, but kids like me? We’re not lost. We may be the only ones who never are. We always know exactly where we are and where we can go. And where we can’t.
| -George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Swords |
I am here. I am in the present tense. I’m not always here, and sometimes here is a very difficult place. Sometimes it is a labyrinth, or a Minotaur, or a rope I can neither let go of nor follow.
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