March 2012
25 posts
You ask of my companions. Hills, sir, and the sundown, and a dog large as myself, that my father bought me. They are better than beings because they know, but do not tell; and the noise in the pool at noon excels my piano. I have a brother and a sister; my mother does not care for thought, and father, too busy with his briefs to notice what we do. He buys me many books, but begs me not to read...
February 2012
36 posts
“Once a selkie finds its skin again, neither chains of steel nor chains of love...”
– Tadgh, The Secret of Roan Inish
“There,” he said. “I have just brushed ten million other worlds, and they knew nothing of it. We are as close as a heartbeat, but we can never touch or see or hear these other worlds except in the Northern Lights.”
-Phillip Pullman, The Golden Compass
I CRY...
when hope seems gone, when I miss the people I love, when my heart aches and not even hot chocolate helps, at Christmas time…especially on Christmas Eve, when Matthew dies in Anne of Green Gables, when I’m afraid I will never fall in love, when I lose things that are important, when everyone is asleep and my window is full of stars and darkness, and when Peter begins to forget Wendy.
“I mean, they say you die twice. Once time when you stop breathing, and a second...”
– Bansky
Laura Marling, Night Terror
“Anyone who knew Violet well could tell she was thinking hard, because her long hair was tied up in a ribbon to keep it out of her eyes. Violet had a knack for inventing and building strange devices, so her brain was often filled with images of pulleys, levers, and gears, and she never wanted to be distracted by something as trivial as her hair.”
-Lemony Snicket, The Bad Beginning
Every day I sneak away to the library to read Sherlock Holmes. I think I could walk it blindfolded by now. Exactly eighteen steps up, around the corner to the left, past Keats and Kipling (I always say hello, of course) and down past Hardy, and right next to Dickens. And then it’s ghastly crimes and poisoned corpses and the woman and guessing clues until my head spins. And for a while, it...
“Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?”
“That depends a good deal on where you want to go.”
“I don’t much care where.”
“Then it doesn’t much matter which way you go.”
“…so long as I get somewhere.”
“Oh, you’re sure to do that, if only you walk long enough.”
-Lewis Carroll,...
“Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the...”
– Charles Dickens