Katie Polacek

“You are a lover of words, one day you will write a book

People turn to you, because you give voice to dreams,notice little things and make otherwise impossible imaginings appear real. You are a rare bird who thinks the world is beautiful enough to try to figure it out. Who has the courage to dive into your wild mind and go swimming there.
You are someone who still believe in cloud watching, people watching, daydreaming, tomorrow, favorite colors, silver cloud, dandelions and sorrow.Be sacred. Be cool. Words do more than plant miracle seeds. With you writing them they can change the world.”
― Ashley Rice

“If you're an introvert, you also know that the bias against quiet can cause deep psychic pain. As a child you might have overheard your parents apologize for your shyness. Or at school you might have been prodded to come "out of your shell" -that noxious expression which fails to appreciate that some animals naturally carry shelter everywhere they go, and some humans are just the same.”
― Susan Cain, Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can't Stop Talking

“This is unbearable ... God. These books she'll never read. Her Life's Library.”
― John Green, Looking for Alaska

“We were her kids, her comrades, the end of her and the beginning. We took turns riding shotgun with her in the car. “Do I love you this much?” she’d ask us, holding her hands farther apart. “No,” we’d say, with sly smiles. “Do I love you this much?” she’d ask again, and on and on and on, each time moving her hands farther apart. But she would never get there, no matter how wide she stretched her arms. The amount that she loved us was beyond her reach. It could not be quantified or contained. It was the ten thousand named things in the Tao Te Ching’s universe and then ten thousand more. Her love was full-throated and all-encompassing and unadorned. Every day she blew through her entire reserve….She was optimistic and serene, except a few times when she lost her temper and spanked us with a wooden spoon. Or the one time when she screamed FUCK and broke down crying because we wouldn’t clean our room. She was kindhearted and forgiving, generous and naïve. She dated men with names like Killer and Doobie and Motercycle Dan…”
― Cheryl Strayed, Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail