Katlyn

“Take your time. I brought a novel!”
― Ransom Riggs, The Desolations of Devil's Acre

“What am I falling back into? My body feels, all at once, the way it did in the hospital months ago. My heart is heavy with nothing. My brain is aching with nothing. I have nothing, I weigh nothing, I am nothing except for the weight and grief I've been carrying around for what feels like forever.”
― Monica Hesse, They Went Left

“I sat on the rocks and thought of the stories I knew of nymphs who wept until they turned into stones and crying birds, into dumb beasts and slender trees, thoughts barked up for eternity. I could not even do that, it seemed. My life closed me in like granite walls.”
― Madeline Miller, Circe

“I don't want you to work. You're too young. I want you to still have a normal childhood. School was important to Papa and Mama; you remember."
He rolls his eyes. "I'm not a child." There's a testiness in his voice, like I heard when I wouldn't let him have the wine at the wedding.
"Well, I want you to still have a normal life," I amend my statement. "Normal twelve-year-olds go to school."
"Normal twelve-year-olds don't survive Birkenau by jumping into latrines to hide from the commandant every time there was a selection. It's too late for me to be a normal twelve-year-old.”
― Monica Hesse, They Went Left