Jenni Simmons

“Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery.”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Road

“If you don't have time to read, you don't have the time (or the tools) to write. Simple as that.”
― Stephen King

“You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me.”
― C.S. Lewis

“How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.”
― Annie Dillard, The Writing Life