Garret Verkler

“It's so hot, Mister Dunn's rooster walks in my door and squats his red self right in front of my kitchen fan. I come in to find him looking at me like 'I ain't moving nowhere, lady”
― Kathryn Stockett, The Help

“Look how black the sky is, the writer said. I made it that way.”
― Bret Easton Ellis, Lunar Park

“I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.”
― Emily Dickinson

“Human beings must love something, and, in the dearth of worthier objects
of affection, I contrived to find a pleasure in loving and cherishing a
faded graven image, shabby as a miniature scarecrow. It puzzles me now
to remember with what absurd sincerity I doated on this little toy, half
fancying it alive and capable of sensation. I could not sleep unless it was
folded in my night-gown; and when it lay there safe and warm, I was
comparatively happy, believing it to be happy likewise.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre