Amanda | District Reads

“The media feeds off of black blood like vampires. They want more of it, and they’ll pit us against each other jus’ to see it fly like firecrackers on the Fourth of July.”
― Mateo Askaripour, Black Buck

“Old stone walls ran into the woods, and now and then there would be an empty barn as a ghostly landmark. The night grew frosty and the ground underfoot was slippery with rime. The bare birches wore the stars on their fingers, and the world rolled seductively, a dark symphony of brooding groves and plains.”
― E.B. White, One Man's Meat

“Maine is a beautiful place that I paradoxically want to hoard to myself and share with everyone I meet.”
― John Hodgman, Vacationland: True Stories from Painful Beaches

“You kissed me that morning as if you’d never done it before and never would again and now I write another letter that I will never dare to send, collecting memories of loss like chains tight around my chest,
and if you see a fire from the shore tonight
it’s my chains going up in flames.”
― Charlotte Eriksson, You're Doing Just Fine