Jess

“In the cold prison of our minds, we are alone with our self-hatred, our doubts, and guilt. No one more than Sevro. A friend may reach through the bars and hold our hand, but they cannot open the door for us. Only the prisoner has the key. All I can do is remind him we’re waiting for him when he gets out.”
― Pierce Brown, Light Bringer

“There must be quite a few things a hot bath won’t cure, but I don’t know many of them.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“Never make your home in a place,” the old man had said, too lazy in the spring warmth to do more than a wag a finger. “Make a home for yourself inside your own head. You’ll find what you need to furnish it—memory, friends you can trust, love of learning, and other such things.” Morgenes had grinned. “That way it will go with you wherever you journey. You’ll never lack for a home—unless you lose your head, of course …”
― Tad Williams, The Dragonbone Chair

“Are you still my friend, Binabik?” he said at last. The troll took the flute from his lips. “To death and beyond, Simon-friend.”
― Tad Williams, Stone of Farewell