Sarah Dove

“Snow was falling,
so much like stars
filling the dark trees
that one could easily imagine
its reason for being was nothing more
than prettiness.”
― Mary Oliver

“Melancholy were the sounds on a winter's night.”
― Virginia Woolf, Jacob's Room

“My mind might as well be a basket of wet cats right now.”
― Lana Ferguson, The Game Changer

“To the ones who don’t run with the popular crowd, the ones who get caught reading under their desks, the ones who feel like they never get invited, included, or represented. Get your leathers. We have dragons to ride.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm