Claudia Piggott

“Where My Books Go

All the words that I gather,
And all the words that I write,
Must spread out their wings untiring,
And never rest in their flight,
Till they come where your sad, sad
heart is,
And sing to you in the night,
Beyond where the waters are moving,
Storm darkened or starry bright.”
― W.B. Yeats

“We're all stories, in the end.”
― Steven Moffat

“I lived in books more than I lived anywhere else.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

“Every heart is made of stories.”
― Jennifer Donnelly, Revolution