Lekisha Euler

“If a writer wrote merely for his time, I would have to break my pen and throw it away. ”
― Victor Hugo

“Blustery cold days should be spend propped up in bed with a mug of hot chocolate and a pile of comic books.”
― Bill Watterson, The Complete Calvin and Hobbes

“She was a ghost in a strange house that overnight had become immense and solitary and through which she wandered without purpose, asking herself in anguish which one of them was deader: the man who had died or the woman he had left behind.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera

“However in the world did her skin come green?" Nanny wondered, stupidly, for Melena blanched and Frex reddened, and the baby held her breath as if trying to turn blue to please them all. Nanny had to slap her to make her breath again.”
― Gregory Maguire, Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West