Giulia

“The pain in death isn't the dying. It's the wounds we leave in our wake.”
― A.J. Hackwith, The Library of the Unwritten

“Words have always sat like dead moths and dried flowers in his mouth, unheard because no one is ever interested in what he has to say. He is not clever; he is not poetry. He is just a boy who speaks too bluntly when what he wants most is to figure out which pretty, magical words will finally make him understood.”
― C.G. Drews, Hazelthorn

“If anyone would understand loneliness, the moon would.”
― Delia Owens, Where the Crawdads Sing

“We think stories are contained things, but they’re not. Ask the muses. Humans, stories, tragedies, and wishes—everything leaves ripples in the world. Nothing we do is not felt; that’s a comfort. Nothing we do is not felt; that’s a curse.
Librarian Poppaea Julia, 50 BCE”
― A.J. Hackwith, The Library of the Unwritten