“The summer stretched out the daylight as if on a rack. Each moment was drawn out until its anatomy collapsed. Time broke down. The day progressed in an endless sequence of dead moments.” ― China Miéville, Perdido Street Station (Macmillian; 1ST edition, January 1, 2001)
I could not tell you if I loved you the first moment I saw you, or if it was the second or third or fourth. But I remember the first moment I looked at you walking toward me and realized that somehow the rest of the world seemed to vanish when I was with you.… Continue reading Cassandra Clare
The sea is everything. It covers seven tenths of the terrestrial globe. Its breath is pure and healthy. It is an immense desert, where man is never lonely, for he feels life stirring on all sides. The sea is only the embodiment of a supernatural and wonderful existence. It is nothing but love and emotion;… Continue reading Jules Verne
—they longed to press themselves against a heartbeat. — Philip Pullman, Northern Lights. (Scholatic, 2011)
Of course Evil’s afoot. If it had switched to the metric system it’d be up to a meter by now. ― Jim Butcher
The Vale of Soul-Making 