Mark Vallone

“Harry stepped into the emerald fire and shouted “Hogwarts!” He had one last fleeting view of the Weasleys’ kitchen and Mrs. Weasley’s tearful face before the flames engulfed him; spinning very fast, he caught blurred glimpses of other Wizarding rooms, which were whipped out of sight before he could get a proper look; then he was slowing down, finally stopping squarely in the fireplace in Professor McGonagall’s office.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince

“She was feeling something—a new feeling. Not even a feeling exactly, more like she wasn’t feeling a lot of things that she was used to feeling. She wasn’t tired, or bored, or frustrated, or wishing she was somewhere else doing something else. All that was cleared away. She still had basically no idea what was going on, but she knew she was free to be herself, right here, right now, in the moment. She couldn’t wait to find out what she was going to feel next.”
― Lev Grossman, The Silver Arrow

“Me: “This is obviously a clog. How about I take it apart and check the internal tubing?” NASA: (after five hours of deliberation) “No. You’ll fuck it up and die.” So I took it apart.”
― Andy Weir, The Martian

“I wonder what it would feel like to hold stars in my hands—if they would crumble like dust or shatter like glass, if they’d burn fierce and hot or sharp and cold.”
― Tae Keller, When You Trap a Tiger