Anne Rice
Ah, what broken creatures we are, and how we endure. ― Anne Rice, Of Love and Evil ( Knopf; 1st Edition, November 30, 2010)
Category: Angels
Laini Taylor
She tastes like nectar and salt. Nectar and salt and apples. Pollen and stars and hinges. She tastes like fairy tales. Swan maiden at midnight. Cream on the tip of a fox’s tongue. She tastes like hope. — Laini Taylor, Daughter of Smoke and Bone. (Little, Brown and Company; 1st edition September 27, 2011)
Rainer Maria Rilke
Where, where is that place—I carry it in my heart—, where the weights are still heavy. —Rainer Maria Rilke, from “The Fifth Elegy”, Duino Elegies, trans. Edward Snow (North Point Press, 2000)
The Vale of Soul-Making 