Millystargirl

“They had a house of crystal pillars on the planet Mars by the edge of an empty sea, and every morning you could see Mrs. K eating the golden fruits that grew from the crystal walls, or cleaning the house with handfuls of magnetic dust which, taking all dirt with it, blew away on the hot wind. Afternoons, when the fossil sea was warm and motionless, and the wine trees stood stiff in the yard, and the little distant Martian bone town was all enclosed, and no one drifted out their doors, you could see Mr. K himself in his room, reading from a metal book with raised hieroglyphs over which he brushed his hand, as one might play a harp.”
― Ray Bradbury, The Martian Chronicles

“And she laughed, and said she understood, and then off she drifted in that nice way she has. Responsive to the light, I would call it. The type of person who is that little bit more akin to the weather than most people, more obviously made of the same atoms as the earth than most people these days seem to be. Which explains Lanny.”
― Max Porter, Lanny

“When you break something, you must study the pattern of the shattering before you can piece it back together.”
― Akwaeke Emezi, Freshwater

“It would be as if the sun itself rose every morning on that wall, showering the silence of their mealtimes with the shifting emotion of light.”
― Sarah Winman, Tin Man