Sunny

“The unfed mind devours itself.”
― Gore Vidal

“They’re not hideous,” said Tessa.
Will blinked at her. “What?”
“Gideon and Gabriel,” said Tessa. “They’re really quite good-looking, not hideous at all.”
“I spoke,” said Will, in sepulchral tones, “of the pitch-black inner depths of their souls.”
Tessa snorted. “And what color do you suppose the inner depths of your soul are, Will Herondale?”
“Mauve,” said Will.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

“Being asked to read another writer’s rough draft is the literary equivalent of being asked to help a friend move a couch to a new place.”
― Paul Tremblay, A Head Full of Ghosts