How wrong to think I was anyone else, like thinking grass stains make you a beautiful view, like getting kissed makes you kissable, like feeling warm makes you coffee, like liking movies makes you a director. How utterly incorrect to think it any other way, a box of crap is treasures, a boy smiling means… Continue reading Daniel Handler
Here is the riddle of love: everything it gives to you, it takes away. — Alice Hoffman
Nothing is lost. . .Everything is transformed. ― Michael Ende, The Neverending Story. (Dutton Books for Young Readers; Revised ed. Edition, March 1, 1997) Originally published 1979.
“I have missed you so much I could kiss you,” he whispered. September’s face fell. “Oh, but Saturday! I’ve had my First Kiss and I didn’t mean to, I didn’t want to, but your shadow is very rude and impulsive, and he took it before I could say two words! And I’ve had my second… Continue reading Catherynne M. Valente
What is normal? Normal is only ordinary; mediocre. Life belongs to the rare, exceptional individual who dares to be different. ― V. C. Andrews, My Sweet Audrina. (Pocket Books, September 15, 1990) Originally published 1982.
If only humans could die like the autumn leaves, with a splash of beauty and the promise of another season. ― Shana Chartier
The sea is nothing but a library of all the tears in history. ― Lemony Snicket, The End. (A Series of Unfortunate Events Complete Childrens Collection) HarperCollins; 1ST edition, October 1, 2006.