Kelli

“God—or whoever is in charge of this planet—got drunk on the job one day and decided to give me the gift of writing. The way I see it, I have two choices. I can set that gift on a high shelf so it won’t get dinged up and nobody can make fun of me for playing with it.' He smiled until the crinkles at the corners of his eyes were deep enough to hide state secrets. 'Or I can have fun with it and play with the gift I was given until the engine burns out and the wheels come off. I decided to play. I suggest you do the same, young man. Go paint or draw or collage or whatever you want to do. Come back when there's smoke coming off the canvas. And for God's sake, go have some fun. Please?”
― Meg Shaffer, The Wishing Game

“Aye, Slieve Gullion has seen a lot of sad stories in her time,” Da said, “but she keeps all her anger locked up in that volcano at her heart. She’s beautiful on the outside but troubled deep down.” He sighed. “Just like Ireland.”
― Patricia Falvey, The Yellow House

“Your heart holds on to dreams long after your head tells you they're foolish.”
― Patricia Falvey, The Yellow House

“The word ‘mummies’ conjures an image of a corpse wrapped in bandages, but that is not what these look like. They are more like bog bodies, stained and tanned and tough, except that they are so very dry. They bring to mind wood shavings, wasp nests, dead leaves, dust. They are skin stretched over bone stretched over time. More parchment than person. Autumn made flesh.”
― Peter Ross, A Tomb With a View: The Stories & Glories of Graveyards