Elley Murray

“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

“All that sunlight. I'm used to only rain.”
― T.J. Klune, The House in the Cerulean Sea

“But even if you have bad dreams, you must remember that they're only that. Dreams. You will always wake from them. And they will fade, eventually. I've found that waking from a bad dream brings a sense of relief unlike anything else in the world. It means what you were seeing wasn't real.”
― T.J. Klune, The House in the Cerulean Sea

“Because even the bravest of us can still be afraid sometimes, so long as we don’t let our fear become all we know.”
― T.J. Klune, The House in the Cerulean Sea