Hannah Ford

“That’s it. You’re doing great, Winnow.” “Shut up, Kitt.” “Absolutely. Whatever you want.”
― Rebecca Ross, Divine Rivals

“I am but paper. Brittle and thin. I am held up to the sun, and it shines right through me. I get written on, and I can never be used again. These scratches are a history. They’re a story. They tell things for others to read, but they only see the words, and not what the words are written upon. I am but paper, and though there are many like me, none are exactly the same. I am parched parchment. I have lines. I have holes. Get me wet, and I melt. Light me on fire, and I burn. Take me in hardened hands, and I crumple. I tear. I am but paper. Brittle and thin.”
― T.J. Klune, The House in the Cerulean Sea

“When someone dies, everything about them becomes past tense. Except for the grief. Grief stays in the present. It’s even worse when you’re angry at the person. Not just for dying. But for how.”
― Angeline Boulley, Firekeeper's Daughter

“Kindness is something that seems small, Daunis, but it's like tossing a pebble into a pond and the ripples reach further than you thought.”
― Angeline Boulley, Firekeeper’s Daughter