Nick Tschannen

“down Cambridge road through the bushes on Charlestown Common a scurry of red ants. Had he really seen them or imagined them? But all about him people were exclaiming, ‘Look, there they are!’ Those red ants were British soldiers. To his left the last moment of sunset light was dying. The day had been amazingly warm, but with night a fresh breeze came up off the ocean. Lights began to glimmer in Charlestown and on warships. Seemingly there was nothing more to be seen from Beacon Hill. Silently people turned to go to their houses. ‘Look!’ Johnny cried. You could see the flash of musket fire, too far away to be heard. Fireflies swarming, hardly more than that. –4– Getting”
― Esther Forbes, Johnny Tremain

“Que história triste, pensei durante muito tempo. Não que eu pense agora que ela é feliz. Mas penso que é verdadeira e, diante disso, perguntar se é triste ou feliz é algo que não faz sentido.”
― Bernhard Schlink, The Reader

“Come, said Tanitha. Come to the Great Hall, and we will lie down with the puppies, and I will tell you a story.

One about the Dog with the Wonderful Nose? asked Anya. She tried to smile, but found herself crying instead. But those are for puppies and children.

You can never be too old for stories about the Dog with the Wonderful Nose, said Tanitha.”
― Garth Nix, Frogkisser!

“When the white man turns tyrant, it is his own freedom that he destroys.”
― George Orwell, Shooting an Elephant