Taylor

“But when you become familiar with the dark, with slithering, rotting things, you forget the feeling of sunlight. You forget what you should miss.
And then there's no going back.”
― Shea Ernshaw, A History of Wild Places

“My eyes are sore from crying, my lungs are sore from coughing, my knees are sore from kneeling, and my heart is sore from believing. If you are sore and tired, then come into these woods and sleep.”
― Shea Ernshaw, A History of Wild Places

“He had read somewhere that, for true writers, nothing was more important than their art, not even love.”
― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

“He pulls apart the threads of my mind that keep me tied together. My bones become heavy like river stones. My eyes flutter closed, and I hear a change in the air, like the ice splintering along the edge of the pond in winter, thin and delicate. I am the ice: sharp, deadly. I will break if Levi isn't careful. I will slice him open if my edges are exposed.”
― Shea Ernshaw, A History of Wild Places