Madeleine

“After a few months she left off speculating about the villagers. She admitted that there was something about them which she could not fathom, but she was content to remain outside the secret, whatever it was. She had not come to Great Mop to concern herself with the hearts of men. Let her stray up the valleys, and rest in the leafless woods that looked so warm with their core of fallen red leaves, and find out her own secret, if she had one; with autumn it might come back to question her. She wondered. She thought not. She felt that nothing could ever again disturb her peace. Wherever she strayed the hills folded themselves round her like the fingers of a hand.”
― Sylvia Townsend Warner, Lolly Willowes

“There's no such thing as fiction", Annie told him once. "If you can imagine something, then it's happened.”
― Charles de Lint, Someplace to Be Flying

“Forests may be gorgeous but there is nothing more alive than a tree that learns how to grow in a cemetery.”
― Andrea Gibson

“She could never feel love for him. Love was what she felt for birds—a free gift, unrequired, unrequited, invulnerable.”
― Sylvia Townsend Warner, Kingdoms of Elfin