Mia

“What did you expect?”
― John Williams, Stoner

“The children were small and still belonged to them.”
― Mavis Gallant, The Ice Wagon Going Down the Street

“And, after all, isn’t that what life is all about, the ability to go around back and come up inside other people’s heads to look out at the damned fool miracle and say: oh, so that’s how you see it!? Well, now, I must remember that.”
― Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine

“Perhaps there will be a slight streak of green, a patch that will deepen and then grow. Then another patch on the horizon, like a green searchlight. And then shivering curtains of light can fill the sky, or looping spirals, or flickering flames of green and purple, and candy-apple red. It feels as if they should be accompanied by dramatic sounds, the bangs of fireworks or the roars of rockets. But these are utterly silent, almost solemn in their dancing. And yet they can be comforting in their own way; as if in this remote and frozen wilderness there's something else out there that is alive.”
― Gabrielle Walker, Antarctica: An Intimate Portrait of the World's Most Mysterious Continent