Brianne Carlson

“Loneliness wasn't just a state of mind, was it? It was tactile. She could feel it. It was a sixth sense, not in some fanciful play of words, but physically. It hurt... it hurt like phagocytes devouring the white matter of her brain. It was merely that she had no friends. She didn't even have a sanctuary in which she could simply be alone.”
― Tom Wolfe, I Am Charlotte Simmons

“Stars ink your fingers
with a lexicon of flame
blazing rare knowledge.”
― Aberjhani, The River of Winged Dreams

“The dancing vortex of a sacred metaphor clashes horns and halos to make wounded music set to the tempo of a new era in brilliant labor.”
― Aberjhani, The River of Winged Dreams

“I have pulled threads from magic tapestries already woven and used them to weave my own cloth.”
― Jane Yolen