Wendy

“And I thanked mi papa who'd always said to me that we, los Indios, the Indians, were like the weeds. That roses you had to water and giver fertilizer or they'd die. But weeds, indigenous plants, you gave them nada-nothing; hell you even poisoned them and put concrete over them, and those weeds would still break the concrete, ”
― Victor Villaseñor, Burro Genius

“How do you kill a vampire?
"Silver bullets?”
“That’s werewolves.”
“Cloves of garlic?”
“That’s French bread.”
― Parnell Hall, Crimes by Moonlight: Mysteries from the Dark Side

“The mind once enlightened cannot again become dark.”
― Thomas Paine, A Letter Addressed to the Abbe Raynal on the Affairs of North America

“Each contact with a human being is so rare, so precious, one should preserve it.”
― Anais Nin