You won’t understand anything about the imagination until you realise that it’s not about making things up, it’s about perception. — Philip Pullman, The Book of Dust: Volume Two; The Secret. (RHCP Digital Commonwealth’ October 3rd 2019)
It’s hard as hell to hold on to your dignity when the risen sun is too bright in your losing eyes. ― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars. (Dutton Books January 10, 2012)
We got quiet. The garden was combing her hair and putting on earrings. The house was full of dancing creatures, not male and female but both, two lovers in one body. The books downstairs were reciting their poetry to each other, rubbing together, whispering through the leather covers. Wine was flowing through the water pipes.… Continue reading Francesca Lia Block
Nevertheless, I can tell you that you will awake someday to find that your life has rushed by at a speed at once impossible and cruel. The most intense moments will seem to have occurred only yesterday and nothing will have erased the pain and pleasure, the impossible intensity of love and its dog-leaping happiness,… Continue reading Meg Rosoff
Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I’m one of them. — Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine. (Doubleday… Continue reading Ray Bradbury
I guess that’s just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up. ― Lauren Oliver, Delirium. (HarperCollins; Reprint edition, May 17, 2016) Originally published February 3rd 2011.
In this instant it was an individual problem seeking an individual solution. He must accept being alone and work on from there. ― Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine. (Doubleday 1957)