Autumn Deaton

“Where do I go from here?'
'That's up to you.' Jonathan smiled. 'And the Lord.”
― Francine Rivers, Redeeming Love

“Among the branches of the trees a tiny white fragment of mist appeared and delicately floated along just over the treetops. In a moment another translucent shred joined it, and another, and another. They sailed along like a half-materialized ghost, growing larger and larger until suddenly they struck a column of warm air and rose into the sky to become little clouds. All over the valley the flimsy little clouds were forming and ascending like the spirits of the dead rising out of a sleeping city.”
― John Steinbeck, To a God Unknown

“We are here to make magic with words.”
― R.F. Kuang

“When the house is built I'll make a fiesta. I'll remember you, then, Old Juan.”
― John Steinbeck