Torie Orendain

“Gdy wróciliśmy do tartaku, Lasse łaził po deskach z dużą białą kartką na plecach, na której było napisane: „Jestem taki głupi, że wszyscy mnie żałują".”
― Astrid Lindgren, Dzieci z Bullerbyn

“Daja: "He and Rosethorn work together? They hate each other."
Lark: "I didn't say they liked it.
- Daja and Lark referring to Rosethorn and Crane's cooperation on finding the cures for new diseases”
― Tamora Pierce, Briar's Book

“Outside, she thought that there ought to be a word for it: the air temperature that was perfectly neither hot nor cold. One degree lower, and she might have felt a faint misgiving about not having brought a jacket. One degree higher, and a skim of sweat might have glistened at her hairline. But at this precise degree, she required neither wrap nor breeze. Were there a word for such a temperature, there would have to be a corollary for the particular ecstasy of greeting it - the heedlessness, the needlessness, the suspended lack of urgency, as if time could stop, or should. Usually temperature was a battle; only at this exact fulcrum was it an active delight.”
― Lionel Shriver, The Post-Birthday World

“As though, knowing that everything is possible, suddenly nothing is necessary.”
― Diana Gabaldon, Outlander