Darnell Putnam

“Those whom we most love are often the most alien to us.”
― Christopher Paolini, Eldest

“I thought clay must feel happy in the good potter's hand.”
― Janet Fitch, White Oleander

“The early summer sky was the color of cat vomit.”
― Scott Westerfeld, Uglies

“In a rabbit-fear I may hurl myself under the wheels of the car because the lights terrify me, and under the dark blind death of wheels I will be safe. I am very tired, very banal, very confused. I do not know who I am tonight. I wanted to walk until I dropped and not complete the inevitable circle of coming home.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath