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"[His] library was a fine dark place bricked with books, so anything could happen there and always did. All you had to do was pull a book from the shelf and open it and suddenly the darkness was not so dark anymore."
— Ray Bradbury, Farewell Summer: A Novel (via liquidnight)
`…and suddenly the darkness was not so dark anymore…,
‘I’ll get Nathaniel at four-thirty,’ Caleb says, a line that, in the language of parenting, means what I love you once did.
I feel his lips brush the top of my head as i work the clasp on the back of my skirt. ‘I’ll be home by six.’ I love you, too.
Perfect Match, Jodi Picoult,
"Words do not express thoughts very well. They always become a little different immediately they are expressed, a little distorted, a little foolish. And yet it also pleases me and seems right that what is of value and wisdom to one man seems nonsense to another."
you worry too much.
You have seen your own strength.
You have seen your own beauty.
You have seen your golden wings.
Of anything less,
why do you worry?
You are in truth
the soul, of the soul, of the soul."
"Writing is a form of personal freedom. It frees us from the mass identity we see all around us. In the end, writers will write not to be outlaw heroes of some underculture but mainly to save themselves, to survive as individuals."