Steph

“No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood so for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.”
― Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House

“Bury my bones in the midnight soil, plant them shallow and water them deep, and in my place will grow a feral rose, soft red petals hiding sharp white teeth.”
― V.E. Schwab, Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

“...he was a harp with only one string, and the note it played was himself.”
― Madeline Miller, Circe

“Somehow our bodies wouldn't hold us back the way they do here. Somehow our bodies wouldn't determine our lives, the lives of others, the ways in which one life could or could not meet the life of another.”
― Catherine Lacey, Pew