Chrissie

“Each of us hides our own private Delaware lost in the gray jungle-tangle of our brains. No one else can know its depths and byways. No one else can know the height of its towers, the secrets of its tides and pools. There will always be lost lagoons to find there, and ruins almost hidden by the sand. There will always be monsters of great beauty and good men with ugly frowns. The forests are dark but lights bob among the branches. You are at home there, more at home than anyplace else, and yet you will never go there in your life. Their legends are yours. The pirates sale around the cape, a crew of skeletons in the rigging. Milkmaids run down mountain passes, dragging kites behind them. Wizards crack their backs after long days of chalk and incantation while above the crowded bazaars, over the golden temples, against the setting sun, around the ruddy minarets, the pterodactyls call out a long farewell.”
― M.T. Anderson, Jasper Dash and the Flame-Pits of Delaware

“Some things are sacred. Until you act like they're not. Then you lose them”
― Karen Marie Moning, Shadowfever

“Found something?”
“No, sorry. I thought I had, but, no, it turned out to be, uh… more floor.”
― Derek Landy, Skulduggery Pleasant

“I feel the same way about solitude as some people feel about the blessing of the church. It's the light of grace for me. I never close my door behind me without the awareness that I am carrying out an act of mercy toward myself.”
― Peter Høeg, Smilla's Sense of Snow