"Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage."
— e.e. cummings
"We are not people who touch each other carelessly; every point of contact between us feels important, a rush of energy and relief."
— Veronica Roth, Allegiant
"There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds."
— Laurell K. Hamilton, Mistral’s Kiss
"I cannot remember the books I’ve read any more than the meals I have eaten; even so, they have made me."
— Ralph Waldo Emerson
"That country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and midnights stay. That country composed in the main of cellars, sub-cellars, coalbins, closets, attics, and pantries faced away from the sun. That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose people passing at night on the empty walks sound like rain."
— Ray Bradbury, The October Country