Steph

“art is about ideas. And ideas are wilder than memories. They're like weeds, always finding their way up.”
― V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

“Literature is strewn with the wreckage of those who have minded beyond reason the opinion of others.”
― Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own

“How strange, the winding way a dream comes true.”
― V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

“To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.”
― William Shakespeare, Macbeth